Dobby The Elf Quotes Novels & Stories

“You won’t ask any questions like you used to. It makes it seem too boring.” “I have been fooled by you all this time, your Grace,” his lips twisted into a sneer. “Who know what kind of lies you will tell after that? I fear losing my life to a trivial cause… And I am not truly a human, you know that. I am an elf and I don’t like Dotoria at all.”

she asked. He glanced up, not sure what she was referring to, and then realizing what she meant, he said, “Oh this? Well, this little guy is quick as lightening, and it turns out he’s real good at finding things that get lost--like a stray carrot, or a jingle bell that comes off of the reins, or… “A giant elf slipper,” Castleberry offered as he walked by with more food for Dunder and Blixen.

Draco said solemnly. "Is it for real?" asked Astrid, still in awe with her eyes wide. “This is real. Be careful in your attitude. The Elves are people of great pride and great strength. Don't offend them,” Draco advised. Astrid nodded curtly. “They like to answer questions in the form of puzzles or riddles. It is our job to interpret the meaning of their words. Please pay attention to their every word. Because behind the words implied a different meaning. They're coming,” Draco said in a low voice.

He really looked darn cute. * ♡ * ⚯͛ “My mum always said things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end. If not always in the way we expect.” – Luna Lovegood ⚯͛ M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead | MUNDANE MONDAY

I swung the door open and glanced back at her as I said, "I mean it, Nat." * * * While not a quote from the books, Michael Gambon's Dumbledore says this to Harry in Deathly Hallows: Part 2: "Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it."

He tilted his head, his glowing emerald eyes gleaming with absolute mockery. *"Oh, poor little human,"* Nebula purred, his voice dripping with sarcastic pity. *"The terrifying, vengeful Empress of the Rebirth is already whining because she had to play with a few farm animals? You've only spent a fraction of the Ice King's credit line, Elena. If a little mud and a few cows leave you this broken, how do you expect to stand tall when the entire city is freezing to death outside your window?"* I grabbed a plush towel and glared at the insufferable entity. "Shut up, Nebula. At least the cows don't talk back."

Glass in hand, he lowered himself into the chair. "I have to admit, I'm impressed you uncovered all this," Eliott drawled, rolling his glass in his hand. "To be honest, I never took you for a spiritual person. Didn't expect you to buy into all that mumbo-jumbo of shamans and curses. But I guess desperate times do call for desperate measures. He chuckled. "You think I kept the doll?" "Where is it?" I growled through gritted teeth. Eliott lifted the glass to his lips. "Oh, Zephyrus," he sighed, then took a slow, loud sip. "I hate to break your heart. Truly."

I have not expected for him to run up to me, hugging my legs, “Oh, mistress.” “How’ve you been?” “You know the usual – requesting love partners, granting wishes there and here, just dull and sometimes exciting job as how it all should be.” Ole Boi drawled, rolling his eyes before glaring at Caelum, who matched his hateful gaze. “I must go now, mistress. Dwelling with such dark negative power contained by a Dieoublie was never good occurrence with us. Jinx in my job I say, every time I see him!”

"Smart men ask stupid questions." "Said who?" "Read it in a book, some philosopher. He said people of great intelligence know that they don't know everything, hence they won't shy away from asking questions, even those that others might deem, stupid" "Kind of ironic, coming from you." "As if you were surprised." The female drow slowly stepped closer to Minos, with a motion that could be reaching for a hug or aiming to thrust a dagger. "Minos! A drow..." Robb gasped, pointing at the drow, as he re-emerged from the undergrowth.

she let those words slip through her mouth slowly reminiscing each word as if she was talking to herself. "Now tell me, where can I find Drukk?" "Ermmm um…." The Elf kept on biting his lips without being audible or saying something meaning. "Okay. Fine. I will ask again with a more friendly tone , where can I find Drukk?" She patiently asked again, waiting for an answer which didn't come as soon as she wanted. The Elf was still gulping, and on his words, and was having trouble with his speech. "Damn it dumb head! Where can I find Prince Drukk?!" Her voice echoed through the hole to the forest and it shaked the Elf with terror.