Quotations Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

“You know, like in Harry Potter? What Voldemort did.” “Never read it,” I said. Maurice’s mouth fell open, and his glasses slid right down to the tip of his nose. Claire leaned out from his other side. “You never read Harry Potter? Any of them?” “No. Well, I tried the first one. Thought it was long-winded and poorly written.” They were both staring me down. They’d followed my instructions and trusted my judgement when lives were on the line, but now I had gone too far.

I nodded my head in agreement, "How will she help me with my training, Dad?" "Okay, let's see it this way," He took a deep breath and lifted his hand that was holding the bird in the pit of the palm above his head. "You have seen Harry Potter, right? And the Golden Snitch— that cute little ball, used in the game of quidditch, with thin feathery and pointed wings is not something I need to tell you about. The ball one of the two seekers of the competing team has to catch to call it a game."

“I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me! A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship. But it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the age of Men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! “ “Is he seriously quoting The Lord Of The Rings: The Return of the King right now?” Alex asks the table, but his mate shushes him. “I picked up on the three different Game of Thrones quotes, myself,” Lumi tells his son. “I caught one or two of those as well,” Chad says with a chuckle. “So he is quoting movies, books, and tv shows to us to what? Get us in some kind of fight

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

“Ms. Evans, we were just discussing how the masterpiece of JK Rowling contain absolutely no swear words except in the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when Molly Weasley swears at Bellatrix Lestrange for duelling with her daughter Ginny.” “Absolutely!” Ms. Evans said enthusiastically and continued fangirling about Harry Potter. Lucas rolled his eyes and turned to Zehra who was looking at him in incredulity. “What?” “Nothing, who would’ve thought that our quarterback was a potterhead.” “Oh shut up. Show me this godda–” “Don’t swear,” she whispered this time. "Why?!" "I don't like people swearing," “Ok show me this e-mail. Now.” Zehra took her phone and showed him the e-mail. H

Orion snorted, sending a spray of toothpaste into his beard. "Harriet, what kind of half-baked remark was that?" I shot her a dirty look. Harriet was losing her touch, if that's all she could come up with as an amusing comment. "You know, in Harry Potter, Harry could hear the snake moving around in the pipes." Harriet shook her head as she crossed her arms defensively. "I could hear you through the pipes. You guys were so loud I couldn't hear the echo of my own moans." I hopped to my feet and waddled over to the couch. I placed the back of my hand on Harriet's forehead. "No, you don't have a fever. Harriet, honey, I think that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say."

It's a faint memory and her brain isn't in the mood to give her flashbacks now. "Oh this? This is Diagon Alley. You see all the antique shops here. People say if you can't see Diagon Alley, you're a Muggle." Harold speaks as if he is the tour guide of the place, smiling cheekily at his mischievous words. Getting out of the car, he opens the door for her as she chuckles saying, "You really are Harry, huh?" He shrugs his shoulders, feeling proud that he just made her smile. Mission A successful.

The Love Potion could fake love, but it could never fake hatred. Jason personally signed the papers to sell me to the black market. I was used as a live test subject for experimental drugs. In the end, the Corrosive Spellvial burned through my insides. The last thing I heard before dying was that Jason was sparing no effort to find a way to heal Lilian's tongue. At that moment, I regretted everything. I regretted having feelings I should never have had, taking shortcuts I should never have taken, and betting my whole life on a bottle of Love Potion.

“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.”