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by
J.K. Rowling
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September 13 - September 19, 2025
Non-magic people (more commonly known as Muggles) were particularly afraid of magic in medieval times, but not very good at recognizing it. On the rare occasion that they did catch a real witch or wizard, burning had no effect whatsoever. The witch or wizard would perform a basic Flame-Freezing Charm and then pretend to shriek with pain while enjoying a gentle, tickling sensation. Indeed, Wendelin the Weird enjoyed being burned so much that she allowed herself to be caught no less than forty-seven times in various disguises.
But he hoped she’d be back soon — she was the only living creature in this house who didn’t flinch at the sight of him.
Aunt Marge loved criticizing him, so the untidier he looked, the happier she would be.
Aunt Marge, on the other hand, wanted Harry under her eye at all times, so that she could boom out suggestions for his improvement.
“There was a big black thing,” said Harry, pointing uncertainly into the gap. “Like a
While Muggles have been told that Black is carrying a gun (a kind of metal wand that Muggles use to kill each other),
“Talk about summat else, Stan, there’s a good lad. Them Azkaban guards give me the collywobbles.”
Harry hoped she never found out that he’d pretended to be Neville while on the run from the Ministry of Magic.
Mind you, they’d have to dig me up first, because Mum would’ve killed me.
“Ginny’s got other brothers to set her an example, Mother,”
we’re no nearer catching Black than inventing self-spelling wands.
“Nor am I, if it comes to that . . . but when you’re dealing with a wizard like Black, you sometimes have to join forces with those you’d rather avoid.”
He was embarrassed, but really quite pleased, when she gave him an extra hug.
“Why would I go looking for someone I know wants to kill me?”
“Professor R. J. Lupin,”
“I don’t go looking for trouble,” said Harry, nettled. “Trouble usually finds me.”
Crabbe and Goyle seemed to exist to do Malfoy’s bidding.
He was drowning in cold.
“It was horrible,” said Neville, in a higher voice than usual. “Did you feel how cold it got when it came in?” “I felt weird,” said Ron, shifting his shoulders uncomfortably. “Like I’d never be cheerful again.
Professor McGonagall had a way of making him feel he must have done something wrong.
“Many witches and wizards, talented though they are in the area of loud bangs and smells and sudden disappearings, are yet unable to penetrate the veiled mysteries of the future,”
By the way, my dear,” she shot suddenly at Parvati Patil, “beware a red-haired man.”
“Broaden your minds, my dears, and allow your eyes to see past the mundane!” Professor Trelawney cried through the gloom.
The Grim’s not an omen, it’s the cause of death!
You see, the thing that really finishes a boggart is laughter
trying to ignore the way Professor Trelawney’s enormous eyes filled with tears every time she looked at him.
“That suggests that what you fear most of all is — fear. Very wise, Harry.”
“The post office, Harry! About two hundred owls, all sitting on shelves, all color-coded depending on how fast you want your letter to get there!”
All around them, people were asking one another the same question: “How did he get in?”
They’ve got a new Captain and Seeker, Cedric Diggory —”
“He’s only silent because he’s too thick to string two words together,”
“Oliver, calm down!” said Fred, looking slightly alarmed. “We’re taking Hufflepuff very seriously. Seriously
“You asked us a question and she knows the answer! Why ask if you don’t want to be told?”
“Where is Wood?” said Harry, suddenly realizing he wasn’t there. “Still in the showers,” said Fred. “We think he’s trying to drown himself.”
“Dementors are among the foulest creatures that walk this earth. They infest the darkest, filthiest places, they glory in decay and despair, they drain peace, hope, and happiness out of the air around them.
“An immensely complex spell,” he said squeakily, “involving the magical concealment of a secret inside a single, living soul. The information is hidden inside the chosen person, or Secret-Keeper, and is henceforth impossible to find — unless, of course, the Secret-Keeper chooses to divulge it.
an’ Sirius Black turns up, on that flyin’ motorbike
Why hadn’t anyone ever mentioned
Harry could tell they had rehearsed this conversation while he had been asleep.
’em, so they can leech all the happiness out of ’em, they don’ give a damn who’s guilty an’ who’s not.”
“Well, when it works correctly, it conjures up a Patronus,” said Lupin, “which is a kind of anti-dementor — a guardian that acts as a shield between you and the dementor.”
But he’d never be able to produce a proper Patronus if he half wanted to hear his parents again.
It looked like the end of Ron and Hermione’s friendship. Each was so angry with the other that Harry couldn’t see how they’d ever make up.
Harry couldn’t help noticing, nervous as he was, that she was extremely pretty. She smiled at Harry as the teams faced each other behind their captains, and he felt a slight lurch in the region of his stomach that he didn’t think had anything to do with nerves.
— but I gotta tell yeh, I thought you two’d value yer friend more’n broomsticks or rats. Tha’s all.”