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"Pity wewe can't attach an extra arm to yours [broom], Malfoy. Then it could catch the Snitch for you."
"I don't go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me."
"He was my mum and dad's best friend. He's a convicted murderer, but he's broken out of wizard prison and he's on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though...keep up with news...check if I'm happy..."
"Yeah, Quirrell was a great teacher. There was just that minor drawback of him having Lord Voldemort sticking out of the back of his head!"
Harry, don't go picking a row with Malfoy, don't forget, he's a prefect now, he could make life difficult for you..."
"Wow, I wonder what it'd be like to have a difficult life?" alisema Harry sarcastically
"He [Dumbledore] will only be gone from the school when none are loyal to him."
"She's Ron's sister.
But she's ditched Dean!
She's still Ron's sister.
I'm his best mate!
That'll make it worse.
If I talked to him first-
He'd hit you.
What if I don't care?
He's your best mate!"
"Albus Severus..you were named for the two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew"
They’re evacuating the younger kids and everyone’s meeting in the Great Hall to get organized,” Harry said. “We’re fighting.”
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From: Ronald Weasley
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I want to fix that in my memory forever. Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret..."
Viktor? Hasn't he asked wewe to call him Vicky yet?"
"Sunshine, daisies, siagi mellow,
Turn this stupid, fat panya yellow."
Speaking quietly so that no one else would hear, Harry told the other two about Snape's sudden, sinister desire to be a Quidditch referee.
"Don't play," alisema Hermione at once.
"Say you're ill," alisema Ron.
"Pretend to break your leg," Hermione suggested.
"Really break your leg," alisema Ron.
"But why's she got to go to the library?"
"Because that's what Hermione does. When in doubt, go to the library."
"We're coming for wewe whether the Muggles like it au not, wewe can't miss the World Cup, only Mum and Dad reckon it's better if we pretend to ask their permission first. If they say yes, send Pig back with your answer pronto, and we'll come and get wewe at five o'clock on Sunday. If they say no, send Pig back pronto and we'll come and get wewe at five o'clock on Sunday anyway." [Letter to Harry]
"Accio Brain!"
"Ron, we're supposed to onyesha the first-years where to go!"
"Oh, yeah," alisema Ron, who had obviously forgotten. "Hey-hey wewe lot! Midgets!"
"Ron!"
"Well, they are, they're twitchy..."
"...from now on, I don't care if my chai leaves spell 'die, Ron, die,' I'm chucking them in the bin where they belong."
"There wewe go, Harry," Ron shouted over the noise. "You weren't being thick after all - wewe were inaonyesha moral fiber!"
"Oy, pea-brain!"
"IF WE DIE FOR THEM, I'LL KILL wewe HARRY!"
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From: Hermione Granger
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Hermione drew herself to her full height; her eyes were narrowed and her hair seemed to crackle with electricity.
"No," she said, her voice quivering with anger, "but I will write to your mother."
"Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have."
"Just because it's taken wewe three years to notice, Ron, doesn't mean no one else has spotted I'm a girl!"
"Twitchy little ferret, aren't you, Malfoy?"
"Malfoy's got detention! I could sing."
"Are wewe sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good is it? I've tried a few simple spells myself and they've all worked for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, it's the best school of witchcraft there is I've heard - I've learned all the course vitabu kwa moyo of course. I just hope it will be enough - I'm Hermione Granger, kwa the way, who are you?"
"I hope you're pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed - au worse, expelled. Now if wewe don't mind, I'm going to bed."
"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent."
"Harry, you'd better beat him in the Quidditch final!" Hermione alisema shrilly. "You'd just better had, because I can't stand it if Slytherin wins!"
"Grawp's about sixteen feet tall, enjoys ripping up twenty-foot pine trees, and knows me," she snorted, "as Hermy."
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From: The Weasley Twins
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"George," alisema Fred, "I think we've outgrown a full-time education."
"Yeah, I've been feeling that way myself," alisema George lightly.
"Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?" asked Fred.
"Definitely," alisema George.
And before Umbridge could say a word, they raised their wants and alisema together, "Accio Brooms!"
Harry heard a loud crash somewhere in the distance. Looking to his left he ducked just in time -- Fred and George's broomsticks, one still trailing the heavy chain and iron peg with which Umbridge had fastened them to the wall, were hurtling along the corridor toward their owners. They turned left, streaked down the stairs, and stopped sharply in front of the twins, the chain clattering loudly on the flagged stone floor.
"We won't be seeing you," Fred told Professor Umbridge, swinging his leg over his broomstick.
"Yeah, don't bother to keep in touch," alisema George, mounting his own.
Fred looked around at the assembled students and at the silent, watchful crowd.
"If anybody fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number ninety-three Diagon Alley -- Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," he alisema in a loud voice. "Our new premises!"
"Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they're going to use our products to get rid of this old bat," alisema George, pointing at Professor Umbridge.
"STOP THEM!" shrieked Umbridge, but it was too late. As the Inquisitorial Squad closed in, Fred and George kicked off from the floor, shooting fifteen feet into the air, the iron peg swinging dangerously below. Fred looked across the hall at the poltergeist bobbing on his level above the crowd.
"Give her hell from us, Peeves."
And Peeves, whom Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset.
"Make way for the heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through..."
"You two just Apparated on my knees!"
"Yeah, well, it's harder in the dark --"
"Yeah, Montague tried to do us during break," alisema George.
"What do wewe mean, 'tried'?" alisema Ron quickly.
"He never managed to get all the words out," alisema Fred, "due to the fact that we forced him head-first into that Vanishing Cabinet on the first floor."
Hermione looked very shocked.
"But you'll get into terrible trouble!"
"Not until Montague reappears, and that could take weeks, I dunno where we sent him," alisema Fred coolly.
"We'll send wewe a Hogwarts toilet seat!" - George
"Hello, Harry," alisema George, beaming at him. "We thought we heard your dulcet tones."
"We've got it [ Percy's Head Boy badge]. We're improving it." The badge now read, "Bighead Boy."
"You're a prefect? Oh Ronnie! That's everyone in the family!" [Molly Weasley]
"What are Fred and I? inayofuata door neighbours?"
"So juu grade's O for 'Outstanding,'" she [Hermione] was saying, "and then there's A-"
"No, E," George corrected her, "E for 'Exceeds Expectations.' And I've always thought Fred and I should've got E in everything, because we exceeded expectations just kwa turning up for the exams."
“For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes. That’s a basilisk, listeners. One simple test: Check whether the thing that’s glaring at wewe has got legs. If it has, it’s salama to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that’s still likely to be the last thing wewe ever do.” [Fred]
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From: Draco Malfoy
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You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. wewe don't want to go making Marafiki with the wrong sort. I can help wewe there."
"No one asked your opinion, wewe filthy little Mudblood."
"You're in luck, Weasley, Potter's obviously spotted some money on the ground!"
"Azkaban - the wizard's prison, Goyle. Honestly, if wewe were any slower, you'd be going backwards."
"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who wewe are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and zaidi children than they can afford."
"Montague's just been found in a toilet, Sir."
"But I got this far, didn't I?" he [Draco] alisema slowly. "They thought I'd die in the attempt, but I'm here... and you're in my power.... I'm the one with the wand.... You're at my mercy...."
__________________________________________________From: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore __________________________________________________
It is our choices, Harry, that onyesha what we truly are, far zaidi than our abilities."
"Fear of a name increases fear of a thing itself."
"Remember Cedric. Remember, if the time should come when wewe have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory."
"I don't need a vazi, pazia to become invisible."
"Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"
"Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground."
"I seem to remember telling wewe both that I would have to expel wewe if wewe broke any zaidi school rules," alisema Dumbledore. Ron opened his mouth in horror. "Which goes to onyesha that the best of us must sometimes eat our words."
"Harry, Cedric, I suggest wewe both go up to bed," alisema Dumbledore, smiling at both of them. "I am sure Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are waiting to celebrate with you, and it would be a shame to deprive them of this excellent excuse to make a great deal of mess and noise."
"Alas! Ear wax!"
"There are all kinds of courage. It takes a great deal of courage to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends."
What happened down in the dungeons between wewe and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally the whole school knows."
"--Witness for the defense, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."
"Excellent, excellent."
"You disgust me."
“Harry must not know, not until the last moment, not until it is necessary, otherwise how could he have the strength to do what must be done?”
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"If wewe made a better panya than a human, that's not much to boast about."
"You should have died! Died rather than betray your friends, as we would have done for you!"
"There's enough filth on my robes without wewe touching them."
"You are truly your father's son, Harry..."
Keep muttering and I will be a murderer!"
"Believe me. I never betrayed James and Lily. I would have died before I betrayed them."
"Of course, any time the family produced someone halfway decent they were disowned."
"Tell them whatever wewe like. But make it quick, Remus. I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for..."
He was laughing at her. "Come on, wewe can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room. The sekunde jet of light hit him squarely on the chest.
"Dying? Not at all," alisema Sirius. "Quicker and easier than falling asleep."
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When a wizard goes over to the dark side there's nothin', and no one matters to 'em anymore."
"I'm not blamin' yeh...but I gotta tell yeh, I thought wewe two'd value yer friend more'n broomsticks au rats. Tha's all."
"NEVER-INSULT-ALBUS-DUMBLEDORE-IN-FRONT-OF-ME!"
"What's comin' will come, an' we'll meet it when it does."
"Meant ter turn him into a pig, but I suppose he was so much like a pig anyway there wasn't much left ter do."
"Ah, shut up, Dursley, yeh great prune."
"Gotta bone ter pick with yeh. I've heard you've bin givin' out signed photos. How come I haven't got one?"
"I'm a teacher!" he roared at Harry. "A teacher, Potter! How dare yeh threaten ter break down my door!"
"If anyone wanted ter find out some stuff, all they'd have ter do would be ter follow the spiders. That'd lead 'em right! That's all I'm sayin'."
"Never try an' get a staight answer out of a centaur. Ruddy stargazers. Not interested in anythin' closer'n the moon."
"BANE! . . . Happy now, are yeh, that yeh didn' fight yeh cowardly bunch o' nags? Are yeh Harry Potter's - d-dead . . . ?" Hagrid could not continue, but broke down into fresh tears.
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Harry Potter - Our new celebrity."
"I can teach wewe how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death — if wewe aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."
"Fascinating though your social life undoubtedly is, Miss Granger, I must ask wewe not to discuss it in my class. Ten points from Gryffindor."
"Or maybe, he's waiting to hear why wewe two didn't arrive on the school train."
"Don't go blaming Dumbledore for Potter's determination to break rules. He has been crossing lines ever since he arrived here."
"You have a habit of turning up in unexpected places, Potter, and wewe are very rarely there for no good reason."
"Moronic though some of this class undoubtedly are, I expect wewe to scrape an 'Acceptable' in your O.W.L., au suffer my... displeasure."
DON'T CALL ME A COWARD!"
"The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure."
"Blocked again and again and again until wewe learn to keep your mouth shut and your mind closed, Potter!"
"The Dark Lord, for instance, almost always knows when somebody is lying to him. Only those skilled at Occlumency are able to shut down those feelings and memories that contradict the lie, and to utter falsehoods in his presence without detection."
"Oh, very good," interrupted Snape, his lip curling. "Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. 'Ghosts are transparent.'"
"Look...at...me..." he [Snape] whispered.
The green eyes found the black, but after a second, something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, bland, and empty. The hand holding Harry thudded to the floor, and Snape moved no more.
"Always."
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From: Luna Lovegood
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"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure."
"I've been able to see them ever since my first mwaka here. They've always pulled the carriages. Don't worry. You're just as sane as I am."
"There are plenty of eyewitness accounts, just because you're so narrow-minded wewe need to have everything shoved under your nose before you--"
"It's good, isn't it? I wanted to have it chewing up a serpent to represent Slytherin, wewe know, but there wasn't time. Anyway...good luck, Ronald!"
"Dad's reprinting! He can't believe it, he says people seem even zaidi interested in this than the Crumple-Horned Snorkacks!"
"Mistletoe," alisema Luna dreamily, pointing at a large clump of white berries placed almost over Harry's head. He jumped out from under it. "Good thinking," alisema Luna seriously. "It's often infested with nargles."
"Oh, come on. wewe heard them, just behind the veil, didn’t you? They were just lurking out of sight, that’s all. wewe heard them."
"I enjoyed the meetings, too. It was like having friends."
"Nobody's ever asked me to a party before, as a friend! Is that why wewe dyed your eyebrow, for the party? Should I do mine, too?"
“Daddy, look—one of the gnomes actually bit me!”
"I've never stunned anyone except in our D.A. lessons," alisema Luna, sounding mildly interested. "That was noisier than I thought it would be."
__________________________________________________From: Proffesor Minerva McGonagall __________________________________________________
"A letter? Really, Dumbledore, wewe think wewe can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous - a legend - I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter siku in future - there will be vitabu written about Harry - every child in our world will know his name!"
"Ah, of course. There is no need to tell me any more, Ms. Granger. Which one of wewe will be dying this year?"
"Really, what has got into wewe all today? Not that it matters, but that's the first time my transformation's not got applause from a class."
"I wonder," alisema Professor McGonagall in cold fury, turning on Professor Umbridge, "how wewe can expect to gain an idea of my usual teaching methods if wewe continue to interrupt me? wewe see, I do not generally permit people to talk when I am talking."
"I should have made my meaning plainer," alisema Professor McGonagall, turning at last to look at Umbridge directly in the eyes. "He has achieved high marks in all Defense Against the Dark Arts tests set kwa a competent teacher."
"It unscrews the other way."
"Are wewe quite sure wewe wouldn't like a cough drop, Dolores?"
"Dumbledore would have been happier than anybody to think that there was a little zaidi upendo in the world."
"Take Charms and I shall drop Augusta a line reminding her that just because she failed her Charms O.W.L., the subject is not necessarily worthless."
"I doubt it will make much of a difference," alisema Professor McGonagall coldly, "unless a mad axe-man is waiting outside the doors to slaughter the first into the entrance hall."
“We teachers are rather good at magic, wewe know.”
