Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (Harry Potter, #5)

by J.K. Rowling

“Listening to the news! Again?” “Well, it changes every day, you see,”

“This is night, Diddykins. That’s what we call it when it goes all dark like this.”

“REMEMBER MY LAST, PETUNIA.”

He pointed to another small round burn mark between two names, Bellatrix and Narcissa.

“You’re related to the Malfoys!”

Molly and I are cousins by marriage and Arthur’s something like my second cousin once removed.

Bellatrix Black, which was connected by a double line to Rodolphus Lestrange.

Said Hufflepuff, “I’ll teach the lot, And treat them just the same.”

“Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?” “Yes,” said Harry. “You called her a liar?” “Yes.” “You told her He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back?” “Yes.” Professor McGonagall sat down behind her desk, frowning at Harry. Then she said, “Have a biscuit, Potter.” “Have — what?” “Have a biscuit,” she repeated impatiently, indicating a tartan tin of cookies lying on top of one of the piles of papers on her desk. “And sit down.”

“Just because you’ve got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn’t mean we all have,”

“I should have made my meaning plainer,” said Professor McGonagall, turning at last to look Umbridge directly in the eyes. “He has achieved high marks in all Defense Against the Dark Arts tests set by a competent teacher.”

“— which means that this boy has as much chance of becoming an Auror as Dumbledore has of ever returning to this school.” “A very good chance, then,” said Professor McGonagall.

Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young . . .

Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike.

“While you can still call home the place where your mother’s blood dwells, there you cannot be touched or harmed by Voldemort.