Slytherin Quotes Novels & Stories

They were wholly opposite and she couldn't for the life of her think about how to choose one over the other. Strange, she thought, wondering why she felt the need to compare the two. She'd only known Marwan for less than a month and Muslim even less so. It's weird how when you meet a person you take a liking to them immediately you find out you share the same love for the same book or movie. "Slytherin," she replied, proudly. "Ah," he nodded. "I'd have pegged you for a Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. Are you a parselmouth too?"

Professor snapes said with a smile as Gao Yu kept mute. “Anyway I called you for something, how did you learn the second verse of the ritual recitation?” Professor snapes asked. “I Don’t know, I found out I know it when you started reciting it” Gao Yu said nothing but the truth. “I see, you are really among the children involved in the ritual years ago, why must my little sister die though? Professor snapes said smiling as a drop of tear dropped down his eyes, his little sister has been among those affected by the ritual, she was the very last person he could call a close family, she was six when the ritual took place, he can still remember how the little girl shivered after reciting the rit

the one who had suggested in killing me responded. “You're crazy!” One whisper-yelled. “What do you see in that man?” “Riches and the chance to be a Luna,” answered the evil plotter. “Just let her be, she'd die anyways,” one said dryly, and just then I felt darkness snatching me away.

But all she could see when she looked at the goblets was Maelis Rowan’s prophecy echoing like thunder: Beware the chalice that offers power, for its sip shall unmake the soul. “Are we truly going to drink from this?” Lyra Esthaven asked, her tone sharp enough to cut glass. She stood with one hand on the hilt of her sword, eyes darting from goblet to goblet as though expecting one to leap at her. Her warrior’s instinct never trusted stillness, especially not this kind.

"Didn't you say you never want to see, talk or listen to anything that has to do with he-whose-name-must-not-be-spoken?" "Thank you for the Harry Potter reference, and yes I did say that." I could see her rolling her eyes, exactly the same shade as mine. "And no, I'm not feeling nostalgic. I just want to rip them to shreds and burn them crispy so I that I can forget that tomorrow is the 5th anniversary of the biggest mistake of my life! God, you have the worst taste in friends."

"In books I have travelled,not only to other worlds, but into my own " I abruptly slammed the brakes . Samuel got up with a start from the backseat and Scar continued with her rhyme "Jingle bells, umbridge smells, losers go away. Draco's hot Voldemorts not, Hogwarts all the way hey!!" Sam and me turned our heads towards scar simultaneously. We looked at her for a while , she stopped singing and Sam was the first to break the silence

She then looked at Anne and Gabriella in disgust. They were the ones who looked slutty, not me, they even looked ready to attack a guy anywhere. “Hey! Watch your mouth!” Anne exclaimed, and I was a bit shocked at her actions, but that only made them laugh. “Or what? Do you think we’ll get scared at your little threats? Coming from a girl belonging to the Slytherin Pack, the weakest pack of all.” She mocked Anne. My friend only bit her lip upon hearing those words; she turned quiet as she looked down, accepting defeat.

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

I asked. “I will find you.” “What if you can’t find me?” “I will always find you.” “It’s just a hypothetical question. What if you can’t?” “I don’t understand, Sully. I can always find you.” “You mean you are smarter than me?” “Smartness cannot be judged by a single factor. For example, you are smart about some things while I am smart about other things. I have been searching people, stalking people and killing them for years. I am like an assassin, Sully. This is what I’m good at. I can confidently say that I can find anyone if I try. However, can I say that I am good at brewing potions? I can’t. I have no idea how to do that. But you can. That’s what I meant by my statement,” he explained.

Seraphine tried to laugh it off, but the moment her eyes locked on the glowing symbols circling the thrones, a chill rippled down her spine. A hush fell. Shadows thickened at the end of the hall, folding inward until a tall man emerged, his robes rippling with constellations stitched in silver thread. His presence seemed to bend the air itself, every word layered with magic when he finally spoke: “Students of Aetherborn. Creatures of strain and bloodline. You stand at the threshold of destiny.” The Headmaster's voice resonated in her chest. Lyra leaned closer, eyes wide. “Don’t pass out. They say if you faint during his speech, the thrones remember it forever.”