— How did he escape?
— Well, that is the Question, is'nt it! He is the first one that done it.
— Now. Which of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf? No one? How... disappointing.
— Please, sir, an Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice in the matter. Furthermore, the werewolf actively hunts humans and responds only to the call of its own kind... That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Tell me. Are you incapable of restraining yourself? Or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?
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— He's got a point, you know.
— This bus. Don't the Muggles ever...
— Them! Don' listen properly, do they? Don' look properly either.
— Never notice nuffink, they don't.
— What are you doing down there?
— I fell over.
— What did you fell over for?
— It did not do it on purpose...
— Why do they affect me so, Professor? I mean, more than everyone else...
— Dementors are among the foulest creatures that walk this earth. They feed on every good feeling, every happy memory, until a person is left with nothing but his worst experiences. You're not weak, Harry. The Dementors affect you most, because there are true horrors in your past. Horrors your classmates can scarcely imagine. You have nothing to be ashamed of.
My dear, from the moment you first arrived in my class, I sensed that you did not possess the proper spirit for the noble art of Divination. You may be young in years, but the heart that beats beneath your bosom is as shriveled as an old maid's, your soul as dry as the pages of the books to which you so desperately cleave.
— Egypt! Whats it like?
— Brilliant, Loads of old stuff, Like Mummies, Tombs... Even Scrabers enjoyed himself. <...>
— Not flashing that clipping again, Are you Ron?
— I haven't shown anyone!
— No, not a soul! Just Tom. The day maid. The night maid. The cook. That bloke who came to fix the toilet. And that wizard from Belgium!
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