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were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.
unDursleyish
there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country.
a cat reading a map.
Mr. Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning.
“Don’t be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day!”
It just gave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behavior?
Mr. Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters . . . Mrs. Dursley came into the living room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good. He’d have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously. “Er — Petunia, dear — you haven’t heard from your sister lately, have you?”
“I would trust Hagrid with my life,” said Dumbledore.
“Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I’ve got him, sir.”
He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: “To Harry Potter — the boy who lived!”
He hummed “Tiptoe Through the Tulips” as he worked, and jumped at small noises.
Some of ’em came outta kinda trances.
so yeh’d be mad ter try an’ rob it, I’ll tell yeh that. Never mess with goblins, Harry. Gringotts is the safest place in the world fer anything yeh want ter keep safe
“Crikey, I’d like a dragon.” “You’d like one?” “Wanted one ever since I was a kid
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
He was fine while he was studyin’ outta books but then he took a year off ter get some first-hand experience. . . . They say he met vampires in the Black Forest, and there was a nasty bit o’ trouble with a hag — never been the same since. Scared of the students, scared of his own subject
“How often do you check to see if anyone’s inside?” Harry asked. “About once every ten years,” said Griphook with a rather nasty grin.
Everyone says Hufflepuff are a lot o’ duffers, but —” “I bet I’m in Hufflepuff,” said Harry gloomily. “Better Hufflepuff than Slytherin,”
it’s really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course.”
And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard’s wand.”
After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things — terrible, yes, but great.”
“Got to have that ruddy tail removed before he goes to Smeltings.”
Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the Dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945,
partner,
Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There’s talent, oh my goodness, yes — and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that’s interesting. . . . So where shall I put you?”
Snape didn’t dislike Harry — he hated him.
“What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?”
A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons.
“Light — speedy — we’ll have to get him a decent broom, Professor — a Nimbus Two Thousand or a Cleansweep Seven, I’d say.”
“Your father would have been proud,” she said. “He was an excellent Quidditch player himself.”
“And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?” “Throw it away and punch him on the nose,” Ron suggested.
“I hope you’re pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed — or worse, expelled.
Neither Neville nor Hermione showed the slightest interest in what lay underneath the dog and the trapdoor.
Hermione was now refusing to speak to Harry and Ron, but she was such a bossy know-it-all that they saw this as an added bonus.
The castle felt more like home than Privet Drive ever had.
But from that moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend. There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.
Dumbledore had swapped his pointed wizard’s hat for a flowered bonnet,
“I don’t need a cloak to become invisible,”
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that.
“What do you see when you look in the mirror?”
Grindelwald maybe?
“Nicolas Flamel,” she whispered dramatically, “is the only known maker of the Sorcerer’s Stone!”
The ancient study of alchemy is concerned with making the Sorcerer’s Stone, a legendary substance with astonishing powers. The Stone will transform any metal into pure gold. It also produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal.
while copying down different ways of treating werewolf bites,
“Mars is bright tonight,”
Centaurs are concerned with what has been foretold! It is not our business to run around like donkeys after stray humans in our forest!”
“That is because it is a monstrous thing, to slay a unicorn,” said Firenze. “Only one who has nothing to lose, and everything to gain, would commit such a crime. The blood of a unicorn will keep you alive, even if you are an inch from death, but at a terrible price. You have slain something pure and defenseless to save yourself, and you will have but a half-life, a cursed life, from the moment the blood touches your lips.”
“Good luck, Harry Potter,” said Firenze. “The planets have been read wrongly before now, even by centaurs. I hope this is one of those times.”
right? It sounds like fortune-telling to me, and Professor McGonagall says that’s a very imprecise branch of magic.”
“So light a fire!” Harry choked. “Yes — of course — but there’s no wood!” Hermione cried, wringing her hands. “HAVE YOU GONE MAD?” Ron bellowed. “ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT?”
