Harry Potter Book 1 Novel Quotes Novels & Stories

When I stood in front of the book, the first page turned on its own. "First lesson of the Seven Magics Academy," Pops said, eyeing me. "You must never touch any of the pages in the books in this room. Touching them will increase their speed of deterioration." "Then, how?" I began, putting my hands at my sides so I wouldn't accidentally touch one. "Like this." He smiled, then leaned in close to the book. "Chapter One," Professor Pops said. The book instantly flicked to the page that said Chapter One.

But in my position, it's sad to hear that. "That's a quote from Harry Potter. Sirius Black said that in the HP and the prisoner of azkaban." She said proud. I rolled my eyes. I don't know what she's saying. "That quote doesn't help. Nicholas doesn't love me." "Really stubborn!" I heard her murmur. "If he loves you he'll come back. He'll do something to fix this." "But what if he doesn't come back?" I asked sadly. She went quiet for a moment.

“Well, mate is the first option. However, since Muggles like you don’t understand the term, perhaps I can be your lover. Or how do you Yanks say it? Your man. I can be your man.” A choked laugh escapes my mouth at his use of the word muggles. “Wait a minute?” I say, stepping closer as I run a towel down my wet hair. “Are you quoting Harry Potter?” He shrugs his shoulders with a roguish grin. “Nevaeh made me watch all seven movies. They were quite brilliant.” I arch my brows with astonishment. The idea that Azazel has sat down for hours to watch the story of a young boy’s adventures in a wizarding school is almost ludicrous. Seeing my incredulous look, Azazel places his hands on my waist and

The diagrams on the primeval wall were chiefly of slaughtered wolfs, vampires and witches—or wizards, hiding behind trees; drawn with an organized assembly of long, dark strokes, and the moon. Harold's torch shifted with curiosity and it landed on another writing. “FRANCIS, 1993.” ≈≈≈ “Who's Francis?” Harold asked none of them in particular. His voice was unusually high-pitched and he didn't expect a reply from either of them. He was surprised when Trisha; like an hypnotized being, walked to the inscription, placed a few fingers on the engraved writing and said; “Francis was a wizard. One of the smartest students to have ever passed through this school. At least he was, until something dread

“Apparently.” Seraphina smiled. “That’s why I always found you familiar.” The Book’s Warning The black book suddenly closed. Then it opened again. This time, the pages were turning rapidly. Page 1. Page 2. Page 3. Thousands of pages. Millions. Then the book stopped. A single sentence appeared. “THE FIRST DAUGHTER HAS AWAKENED.” Another line appeared. “THE FIRST MOTHER HAS REMEMBERED.” Then: “THE FIRST FATHER IS RETURNING.”

I wasn't ready for her rubbish. “What is behind this door?” I asked expecting an answer but got none. I budged at the door which was locked. “What's behind this door?” I repeated. “An unfortunate accident, it was supposed to be Lyra in there,” she smiled. “Damn it, can't you just speak straight for once” I thought. "Disrupto porta, ignis exigo!" (Disrupt door, I demand fire!) The door flew open, scattering debris into the air. “You could have done this the easy way,” I said to her.

“Pity the living, and above all, those who live without love.” - Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. ~ CASPIAN ~ “I forgot to tell you all that this is only the beginning.” Those words reverberate like thunderbolts before they are gone again, their absence shifting the battlefield into a silence heavier than fear. Heavier than pain. Heavier than loss.

She quickly pulled out the book from the shelf. Under its title was a written quotation that said, "A book for witches." Even though she knew herself that she didn't have witch blood, she still decided to give it a try. Nowo quickly went down so that she could start reading it.

The words, ‘Property of Ismene’s Library’, were stamped on the very first page. I jumped right in, reading about a seemingly ordinary girl thrust into a strange game of magic, trickery, and mayhem. She’d just boarded a train to some far away land when my eyes began to grow heavy. I continued skimming the book, but the words became choppy as my exhaustion grew. The girl had taken some potion that sent her spiraling into a magic-induced dream. My eyes fell shut as she plummeted off a cliffside, only to snap open when Draco entered the room.

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.