Last Line | Character |
Really soon, Harry. We promise. | |
The prophecy, give me the prophecy, Potter! | |
I dunno if that's a good idea. | |
Finest dragonskin, little bro'. Business is booming and we thought we'd treat ourselves. | |
Yes, everything's settled right back to normal. | |
Yes, even if you won't let Harry use the felly-tone - | |
What? Oh - well - I suppose... | |
I am sorry not to have been more help. Well... well do excuse me... the feast, you know... | |
Get away from here, giant! You are not welcome among us! | |
Take care, Harry. Keep in touch. | |
Bye, then, Potter. | |
I just hope Professor McGonagall's all right. | |
Oh... all righ' then, Harry... take care o' yerself then, an' drop back in if yeh've got a mo... | |
Come on, you can do better than that! | |
We'll see you soon, mate. | |
No... no... No, I must have been dreaming... | |
I must say, I'm looking forward to seeing Malfoy's mother's face when he gets off the train. | |
Master will not come back from the Department of Mysteries! Kreacher and his mistress are alone again! | |
| Last Line | Character |
I don't believe it. | |
If death is nothing, Dumbledore, kill the boy... | |
I - you - | |
Well, Potter, Malfoy, I think you ought to be outside on a glorious day like this. | |
Go and cope with it then! | |
MASTER! | |
No, I think I'll just go down and have some pudding and wait for it all to turn up... it always does in the end... well, have a nice holiday, Harry. | |
Well, I've chosen Dean Thomas, would you say he's better? | |
Anyway, that's not the point. The point is, if we find out you've been horrible to Harry - | |
Professor Tofty is free, Potter. | |
Anything wrong, Professor? | |
Accio proph- | |
And she thought Hagrid was putting Nifflers in her office. | |
You may, perhaps, have wondered why I never chose you as a prefect? I must confess... that I rather thought... you had enough responsibility to be going on with. | |
And do I look like the kind of man who can be intimidated? | |
Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they're going to use our products to get rid of this old bat. | |
Harry, we'll have you away from there as soon as we can. | |
The Dementors have left Azkaban. Dad and the others'll be out in no time... | |
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