Harry Potter Always Quotes Novels & Stories

And make me rip the paper that records his debt! In a chilly tone, Sara explained, "Stephen's mind is not that we say a guess is a guess. These are the words that Mr. Joe just said. Therefore, don't you think you could spare some time to assist me in taking photographs of the rosehip waiters working at Happy Hill Pub? When Mr. Joe overheard that, he laughed and said, "Of course, Yes!" I will right away have someone else take care of that! *** The door to the wolf room was smashed open with a loud "Boom," and the tall figure that entered was none other than Harry Potter himself.

"Do you have any ideas, Tessa?" "Uhh, if we can use a cloaking spell over us then I think we won't get caught. Just like that scene in Harry Potter. " Tessa says and my lips stretch into a grin. "Tessa! You're a GENIUS." ***********

“Come on, man, it’s dinner. Let’s not get all serious now. We haven’t even started talking about Neel’s latest literary obsession yet.” Neel rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of amusement in them. “Please, let’s not.” “Oh no, we have to,” Harry said, his grin wide and teasing. “I saw you quoting Keats to yourself in the living room before dinner. It was fucking weird. Don’t deny it.” Neel shook his head, though a small smile tugged at his lips. “I wasn’t quoting Keats, Harry. You really need to expand your literary knowledge.”

Not that I let it stop me. “Well… not anymore. But I’m careful. I keep the hospital on speed dial and make sure there are various healing potions around that have been thoroughly tested.” I answer. Damn it, I sound like I’m making excuses. I sort of am, I know it isn’t safe to test potions alone. Harry walks beside me in silence for a minute before he says anything. “Well, in that case, I’m saying not anymore to YOUR not anymore. Next time you decide to do something reckless, I’ll be your back up. Okay?” He demands.

It was the second time I burned myself with my cup of tea. I had recently bought it when I discovered an internet store about literary articles, and I instantly fell in love with the Harry Potter-themed cup that only required the coat of arms belonging to the book when it was filled to the top by a smoking liquid. Most of the time, I just filled it with water just to have the pleasure of seeing the dark color giving way to the brightness that contained the drawing of the most famous magnificent witchcraft school in the literary world.

“Does that make me a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff?” “Gryffindor.” Dean smiled at him. “They are courageous, chivalrous and determined. Plus, holy shit, the special effects.” JD laughed and hugged her to him. “I didn’t think that Harry was your type of movie. But I guess the special effects make it your type.” “Yeah. Especially the parts that aren’t done completely CGI. I mean even then; you have your place holders. And of course, there’s a forest named after me.”

"That's a quote, isn't it?" Her mouth opens, and her eyes widen on him. "Yes Master, it is." Gazing out of the window, he rubs his nose. "I know the reference, but for the life of me, I can't think where from." Charlotte's eyes are glossing.... What's going on here? Michael exchanges a look with me, shrugging and shaking his head. She almost whispers. "It's from 'The Notebooks of Lazarus Long.' taken from Heinlein's 'Time Enough for Love'."

"We Fey, hate that." "You shouldn't have told me that." I grinned. "Bad move, Harry Potter." "I don't understand that reference." He frowned. "The scar." I waved a hand at his face. "Did someone try to cast a killing curse on you but it didn't work because your mother loved you soooo much?" "That's rather—" Tiernan blinked and looked away. "Do not call me that again." "Fine." I gave a great sigh, "Legolas it is. It's more fun to say than Harry Potter anyway."

“Now, what did Jonathan write?” “Let’s see. Scepter equals Excalibur. Sword of Gryffindor rules. Mirror of Erised.” I squinted a little as I read the handwritten note. Isis shifted in my lap, turning to look at me, utterly confused. “I’m not sure I understand that. Why does Jonathan go from talking about Excalibur to Harry Potter? I mean, both are British, and Merlin is in both, though obviously only spoken of in Harry Potter.” Isis’s brow was furrowed as she tried to understand that strange way my friend’s mind works.

She was slowly becoming agitated as Harry kept on staring at her and waiting for a reply. "That was a long time ago, Harry, how would you expect me to remember?" Harry raised an eyebrow, staring at her suspiciously. If there was one thing he was certain about, his little girl would never ever forget her favorite book. She talked about it a lot and it seems she read the book more than fifty times. Harry remembewred the fact that she used to explain the book to him, hook line and synched. "Well, it's Throne of glass..." He replied, still looking her up suspiciously.