He was stranded, quite alone, in the dark Muggle world, with absolutely nowhere to go.
While Muggles have been told that Black is carrying a gun (a kind of metal wand that Muggles use to kill each other), the magical community lives in fear of a massacre like that of twelve years ago, when Black murdered thirteen people with a single curse.
Now, now, I’m sure you’ll feel differently once you’ve calmed down,
rules are rules
Harry felt no desire to break his word to Fudge and stray back into the Muggle world.
This state-of-the-art racing broom sports a streamlined
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A loud ripping noise rent the air; two of the Monster Books had seized a third and were pulling it apart.
I thought we’d seen the worst when we bought two hundred copies of the Invisible Book of Invisibility — cost a fortune, and we never found them.
You’ll start seeing death omens everywhere. It’s enough to frighten anyone to death.
I got all my school stuff last week,” Harry explained. “And how come you knew I’m staying at the Leaky Cauldron?”“Dad,” said Ron simply.
Ron lifted Scabbers out of his inside pocket and placed him next to the cage of his fellow rats, who stopped their skipping tricks and scuffled to the wire for a better look.
He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” said Hermione, glowing.
Ginny, who had always been very taken with Harry, seemed even more heartily embarrassed than usual when she saw him, perhaps because he had saved her life during their previous year at Hogwarts.
What do we want to be prefects for?” said George, looking revolted at the very idea. “It’d take all the fun out of life.”
Why are the Ministry providing cars, Father?” Percy asked again, in a dignified voice. “Well, as we haven’t got one anymore,” said Mr. Weasley, “— and as I work there, they’re doing me a favor —”
the safest place on earth was wherever Albus Dumbledore happened to be.
That’s the spirit, dear,” said his mirror sleepily
I don’t go looking for trouble,” said Harry, nettled. “Trouble usually finds me.”
The new password’s ‘Fortuna Major
What would it have been for you?” said Ron, sniggering. “A piece of homework that only got nine out of ten?”
Oliver, this year’s our year
Hermione seemed to read his mind.
He’s skin and bone
There was nothing to be done
Quidditch matches weren’t called off for trifles like thunderstorms
But nothing anyone said or did could make Harry feel any better, because they knew only half of what was troubling him.
The tree smashed it to bits.
The dementors affect you worse than the others because there are horrors in your past that the others don’t have.”
Well … when we were in our first year, Harry — young, carefree, and innocent —”
Noble men, working tirelessly to help a new generation of law- breakers,” said Fred solemnly.
Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you can’t see where it keeps its brain.
But when a wizard goes over ter the Dark Side, there’s nothin’ and no one that matters to ’em anymore.
Ron’s and Hermione’s faces appeared under the table. They were both staring at him, lost for words
The dementors will catch Black and he’ll go back to Azkaban and — and serve him right!”
Yeh’ve no idea
It will need to be checked for jinxes
Much worse than that. You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you’ll have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no … anything. There’s no chance at all of recovery. You’ll just — exist. As an empty shell. And your soul is gone forever … lost.”
“I can have it back?” Harry said weakly. “Seriously?”“Seriously,” said Professor McGonagall, and she was actually smiling.
She smiled at Harry as the teams faced each other behind their captains, and he felt a slight lurch in the region of his stomach that he didn’t think had anything to do with nerves.
I can’t, Harry. I’ve still got four hundred and twenty-two pages to read!”said Hermione, now sounding slightly hysterical. “Anyway …” She glanced over at Ron too. “He doesn’t want me to join in.”
Hagrid poured them tea and offered them a plate of Bath buns, but they knew better than to accept; they had had too much experience with Hagrid’s cooking.
but I gotta tell yeh, I thought you two’d value yer friend more’n broomsticks or rats. Tha’s all.”
“Ah, well, people can be a bit stupid abou’ their pets,” said Hagrid wisely.
We’re not — meeting here,” said Harry. “We just — met here.”
“If your head was in Hogsmeade, so was the rest of you.”
Flint and Wood approached each other and grasped each other’s hand very tightly; it looked as though each was trying to break the other’s fingers.
Harry threw himself forward, took both hands off his broom. He knocked Malfoy’s arm out of the way and —“YES!”He pulled out of his dive, his hand in the air, and the stadium exploded. Harry soared above the crowd, an odd ringing in his ears. The tiny golden ball was held tight in his fist, beating its wings hopelessly against his fingers. Then Wood was speeding toward him, half-blinded by tears; he seized Harry around the neck and sobbed unrestrainedly into his shoulder. Harry felt two large thumps as Fred and George hit them; then Angelina’s, Alicia’s, and Katie’s voices, “We’ve won the Cup! We’ve won the Cup!” Tangled together in a many-armed hug, the Gryffindor team sank, yelling hoarsely, back to earth.
If only there had been a dementor around. … As a sobbing Wood passed Harry the Cup, as he lifted it into the air, Harry felt he could have produced the world’s best Patronus.
his heart didn’t seem to be in it at all.
Trelawney had gone rigid in her armchair; her eyes were unfocused and her mouth sagging.
He looked like a man who did not know where he was or what to do. This helplessness was worse to watch than tears.
The seconds lengthened
But he never finished the question, because what he saw made his voice die in his throat.
It would have been impossible to say which face showed more hatred
Like father, like son,
Long time, no see
Because you never did anything for anyone unless you could see what was in it for you.
What was there to be gained by fighting the most evil wizard who has ever existed?”
It was now or never.
Oh, he’s not unbalanced,” said Dumbledore quietly. “He’s just suffered a severe disappointment.”
It does not,” said Dumbledore quietly. “Hasn’t your experience with the Time-Turner taught you anything, Harry? The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed. … Professor Trelawney, bless her, is living proof of that. … You did a very noble thing, in saving Pettigrew’s life.”
This is magic at its deepest, its most impenetrable, Harry. But trust me … the time may come when you will be very glad you saved Pettigrew’s life.”
Last night Sirius told me all about how they became Animagi,” said Dumbledore, smiling. “An extraordinary achievement — not least, keeping it quiet from me. And then I remembered the most unusual form your Patronus took, when it charged Mr. Malfoy down at your Quidditch match against Ravenclaw. You know, Harry, in a way, you did see your father last night. …You found him inside yourself.”