Harry Potter Daily Dose

Are you sure that’s a real spell?” said the girl. “Well, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s 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, I mean, it’s the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard - I’ve learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough - I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?”
She said all of this very fast.

Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?” said one of the twins, with an air of great surprise. “You should have said something, we had no idea.”
“Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it,” said the other twin. “Once-“
“Or twice-“
“A minute-“
“All summer-“
“Oh, shut up,” said Percy the Prefect.

I remember every wand I’ve ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another feather — just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when it’s brother — why, it’s brother gave you that scar.

I’m sorry to say I sold the wand that did it,” he said softly. “Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands … well, if I’d known what that wand was going out into the world to do… .

Harry stretched out his hand at last to take the yellowish envelope, addressed in Emerald green to Mr. H. Potter, The Floor, Hut-on-the-Rock, the Sea.

Oh, these people’s minds work in strange ways, Petunia, they’re not like you and me,” said Uncle Vernon, trying to knock in a nail with the piece of fruitcake Aunt Petunia had just brought him.

Sometimes, when he strained his memory during long hours in his cupboard, he came up with a strange vision: a blinding flash of green light and a burning pain on his forehead. This, he supposed, was the crash, though he couldn’t imagine where all the green light came from.

He couldn’t see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on — he yawned and turned over — it couldn’t affect them… .
How very wrong he was.

The mind is not a book to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by any invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing.

Well, it’s nothing to be ashamed of!” said Mrs. Longbottom angrily. “You should be proud, Neville, proud! They didn’t give their health and their sanity so their only son would be ashamed, you know!

Why are they all staring?” demanded Albus as he and Rose craned around to look at the other students.
“Don’t let it worry you,” said Ron. “It’s me, I’m extremely famous.

“However, I do not think you need to worry about being attacked tonight.”
“Why not, sir?”
“You are with me,” said Dumbledore simply.

—-

“We’re nearly there… . I can Apparate us both back… . Don’t worry… .”
“I am not worried, Harry,” said Dumbledore, his voice a little storonger despite the freezing water. “I am with you.”

Age is foolish and forgetful when it underestimates youth.