J.K. Rowling

Harry__er a wizard.

I do believe something magical can happen when you read a good book

Why would anyone bother making door-keys shrink?_ said George.__ust Muggle-baiting,_ sighed Mr Weasley. __ell them a key that keeps shrinking to nothing so they can never find it when they need it ... Of course, it__ very hard to convict anyone because no Muggle would admit their key keeps shrinking _ they__l insist they just keep losing it. Bless them, they__l go to any lengths to ignore magic, even if it__ staring them in the face ...

Only Muggles talk of the __ind reading._ 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 complex and many-layered thing, Potter_ or at least, most minds are_

...but it's not so much having to repair the damage, it's more the attitude behind the vandalism, Harry. Muggle-baiting might strike some wizards as funny, but it's an expression of something much deeper and nastier...

The Prime Minister gazed hopelessly at the pair of them for a moment, then the words he had fought to suppress all evening burst from him at

To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.-Albus Dumbledore to Harry Potter, page 299

Apparently wizards poke their noses in everywhere!

The spells are made up. I have met people who assure me, very seriously, that they are trying to do them, and I can assure them, just as seriously, that they don__ work.

Oh, are you doing magic? Let__ see it, then.__he sat down. Ron looked taken aback.__r _ all right.__e cleared his t

We do not need magic to transform our world. We carry all of the power we need inside ourselves already.

It's all right, Ginny. It's over. It's just a memory.

True coolness is the incidental by-product of higher pursuits.

Newt Scamander : "My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice.

And don__ forget: Elvendork! It__ unisex!

He did not know or care whether they were wizards or Muggles, friends or foes; all he cared about was that a dark stain was spreading across Dobby's front, and that he had stretched out his thin arms to Harry with a look of supplication. Harry caught him and laid him sideways on the cool grass."Dobby, no, don't die, don't die -"The elf's eyes found him, and his lips trembled with the effort to form words."Harry...Potter..."And then with a little shudder the elf became quite still, and his eyes were nothing more than great glassy orbs, sprinkled with light from the stars they could not see.

Karakarof spat onto the ground at Dumbledore's feet. In one swift movement, Hagrid seized the front of Karkaroff's furs, lifted him into the air, and slammed him against a nearby tree.

I enjoyed the meetings, too. It was like having friends.