| Quote | Character |
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| “Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and above all, those who live without love.” | |
| “You there! Give me your chair, I’m a hundred and seven!” | |
| “The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.” | |
| “…and tiny little ears, a bit like a hippo’s, Daddy says, only purple and hairy. And if you want to call them, you have to hum; they prefer a waltz, nothing too fast…” | |
| “Who cares what you think? I don’t take your orders no more…” | |
| “They’re supposed to be [students out of bed], you blithering idiot! Now go and do something constructive!” | |
| “We did it, we bashed them, wee Potter’s the one/And Voldy’s gone moldy, so now let’s have fun!” | |
| “So he [Death] can sneak up on people…Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking…sorry, Hermione.” | |
| “You have kept him [Harry] alive so that he can die at the right moment?” | |
| “She [Luna] lingered in that charming little garden to say hello to the gnomes, such a glorious infestation!” | |
| “Hello, Minister! Did I mention I’m resigning?” | |
| “There’s the silver lining I’ve been looking for.” | |
| “I know James Potter’s an arrogant toerag. I don’t need you to tell me that.” | |
| “Saintlike…You see…I’m holy. Holey, Fred, geddit?” | |
| “Braggarts and rogues, dogs and scoundrels, drive them out, Harry Potter, see them off!” | |
| “Expelliarmus is a useful spell, Harry, but the Death Eaters seem to think it is your signature move, and I urge you not to let it become so!” | |
| | Quote | Character |
|---|
| “Interesting theory. Has anyone ever tried sticking a sword in Voldemort?” | |
| “Stag? It’s a GOAT, idiot!” | |
| “You must not hurt Harry Potter.” | |
| “You are an unusual wizard, Harry Potter.” | |
| “You dirty little monkey! How dare you take a witch’s wand, how dare you defy your masters?” | |
| “Your wand’s here, son [Harry]…It fell right beside you, I picked it up. And that’s my wife you’re shouting at.” | |
| “Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry…Oh, you know what I mean–Goyle’s potion looked like bogies.” | |
| “Remove this foul addition at once! Remove it, I say! You are ruining a great work of art!” | |
| “He does not need finding. Potter will come to me.' | |
| “Fight! Fight! Fight for my Master, defender of house-elves!” | |
| “Well, none of us really fancy it, Harry. Imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as specky, scrawny gits forever.” | |
| “I’ll join you when hell freezes over…Dumbledore’s Army!” | |
| “NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU B****!” | |
| “Vot is the point of being an international Quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken?” | |
| “Told him ter let me down at the castle, so he shoved me through the window, bless him. Not exac’ly what I meant…” | |
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