British Novelist, Author of the Harry Potter fantasy series
JK Rowling, formally Joanne "Jo" Rowling
British Novelist, Author of the Harry Potter fantasy series
With all of their benefits, and there are many, one of the things I regret about e-books is that they have taken away the necessity of trawling foreign bookshops or the shelves of holiday houses to find something to read. I've come across gems and stinkers that way, and both can be fun.
Xenophilius Lovegood, he said, extending a hand to Harry. My daughter and I live over the hill, so kind of the Weasleys to invite us. I think you know my Luna? he added to Ron. Yes said Ron. Isn't she with you? She lingered in that charming little garden to say hello to the gnomes, such a glorious infestation! How few wizards realize just how much we can learn from the wise little gnomes ? or, to give then their correct names, the Gernumbli gardensi. Ours do know a lot of excellent swear words, said Ron, but I think Fred and George taught them those.
Yeah, well, Percy wouldn't want to work for anyone with a sense of humour, would he? Percy wouldn't recognise a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing Dobby's tea cosy.
Yet it did not occur to him now to try to escape, to outrun Voldemort. It was over, he knew it, and all that was left was the thing itself: dying.
YOU CHEATING SCUM! Lee Jordan was howling into the megaphone, dancing out of Professor McGonagall?s reach. YOU FILTHY, CHEATING B ? Professor McGonagall didn?t even bother to tell him off. She was actually shaking her finger in Malfoy?s direction, her hat had fallen off, and she too was shouting furiously.
You have to resign yourself to the fact that you waste a lot of trees before you write anything you really like, and that?s just the way it is. It?s like learning an instrument, you?ve got to be prepared for hitting wrong notes occasionally, or quite a lot, cause I wrote an awful lot before I wrote anything I was really happy with.
With another shock of excitement, Harry saw Sirius give James the thumbs-up. Sirius was lounging in his chair at his ease, tilting it back on two legs. He was very good-looking, his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither James's nor Harry's could ever have achieved, and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn't seem to have noticed.
Yeah --- right --- sorry --- said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face.
Yeh always wait fer the Hippogriff ter make the first move,' Hagrid continued. 'It's polite, see? Yeh walk towards him, and yeh bow, an' yeh wait. If he bows back, yeh're allowed to touch him. If he doesn' bow, then get away from him sharpish, 'cause those talons hurt.
Yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often. Best to say nothing at all, my dear man.
You could be great, you know, it?s all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that.
You have until midnight. The silence swallowed them all again. Every head turned, every eye in the place seemed to have found Harry, to hold him frozen in the glare of thousands of invisible beams. Then a figure rose from the Slytherin table and he recognized Pansy Parkinson as she raised a shaking arm and screamed, But he?s there! Potter?s there! Someone grab him! Before Harry could speak, there was a massive movement. The Gryffindors in front of him had risen and stood facing, not Harry, but the Slytherins. Then the Hufflepuffs stood, and almost at the same moment, the Ravenclaws, all of them with their backs to Harry, all of them looking toward Pansy instead, and Harry, awestruck and overwhelmed, saw wands emerging everywhere, pulled from beneath cloaks and from under sleeves.
Without cunning, there is no innovation. Without ambition, there is no accomplishment.
Yeah 'ear 'ear, said George, with half a glance at Fred, the corner of whose mouth twitched.
Yeh don? have ter be ashamed of what yeh are.
You - will - never - touch - our - children - again!' screamed Mrs. Weasley. Bellatrix laughed, the same exhilarated laugh her cousin Sirius had given as he toppled backwards through the veil, and suddenly Harry knew what was going to happen before it did. Molly's curse soared beneath Bellatrix's outstretched arm and hit her squarely in the chest, directly over her heart. Bellatrix's gloating smile froze, her eyes seemed to bulge: for the tiniest space of time she knew what had happened, and then she toppled, and the watching crowd roared, and Voldemort screamed.
You could say sorry, suggested Harry bluntly. What, and get attacked by another flock of canaries? muttered Ron. What did you have to imitate her for? She laughed at my mustache! So did I, it was the stupidest thing I've ever seen.
You haven?t given me any ink, he said. Oh, you won?t need ink, said Professor Umbridge with the merest suggestion of a laugh in her voice. Harry placed the point of the quill on the paper and wrote: I must not tell lies. He let out a gasp of pain. The words had appeared on the parchment in what appeared to be shining red ink. At the same time, the words had appeared on the back of Harry?s right hand, cut into his skin as though traced there by a scalpel ? yet even as he stared at the shining cut, the skin healed over again, leaving the place where it had been slightly redder than before but quite smooth. Harry looked around at Umbridge. She was watching him, her wide, toadlike mouth stretched in a smile. Yes? Nothing, said Harry quietly.
Witness for the defense, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.
Yeah you can have a word, said Harry savagely. Good-bye.
Yes ... said Dumbledore dreamily. Funny, the way people's minds work, isn't it?
You are determined to hate him [Snape], Harry, said Lupin with a faint smile. And I understand; with James as your father, with Sirius as your godfather, you have inherited an old prejudice. By all means tell Dumbledore what you have told Arthur and me, but do not expect him to share your view of the matter; do not even expect him to be surprised by what you tell him. It might have been on Dumbledore?s orders that Severus questioned Draco.
You did a very noble thing, in saving Pettigrew?s life. But if he helps Voldemort back to power ? ! Pettigrew owes his life to you. You have sent Voldemort a deputy who is in your debt.
You haven?t seen Ron or Hermione, have you? said Harry. No, I haven?t, said Percy, his smile fading. I hope Ron?s not in another girls? toilet.
Wonder what it?s like to have a peaceful life, Ron sighed, as evening after evening they struggled through all the extra homework they were getting.