Harry Potter: The Complete Collection (Harry Potter, #1-7)

by J.K. Rowling

Aunt Petunia looked as though she’d just

It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

“You fool,” said Lupin softly. “Is a schoolboy grudge worth putting an innocent man back inside Azkaban?”

“Certainly, Hermione,” said Lupin courteously.

Black jumped at being addressed like this and stared at Hermione as though being spoken to politely was something he’d long forgotten.

“Forgive me, Remus,” said Black. “Not at all, Padfoot, old friend,” said Lupin, who was now rolling up his sleeves. “And will you, in turn, forgive me for believing you were the spy?” “Of course,” said Black, and the ghost of a grin flitted across his gaunt face. He, too, began rolling up his sleeves. “Shall we kill him together?” “Yes, I think so,” said Lupin grimly.

“We’ll see each other again,” he said. “You are — truly your father’s son, Harry. . . .”

“You’re the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we’ve ever had!” said Harry. “Don’t go!”

“I have no hesitation in saying that James would have been highly disappointed if his son had never found any of the secret passages out of the castle.”

I should offer her a pay raise. . . .”

How could Dumbledore take this so calmly?

Except for the eyes . . . you have your mother’s eyes.”

“You think the dead we have loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble?

You found him inside yourself.”

It was I who sent you the Firebolt —

I, Sirius Black, Harry Potter’s godfather, hereby give him permission to visit Hogsmeade on weekends.

“And that, boys,” yelled Mr. Weasley over the tumult of the crowd below, “is why you should never go for looks alone!”

“Do us a favor, Perce,” said Bill, yawning, “and shut up.”