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A boy in my dormitory said if I develop the film in the right potion, the pictures’ll move.
All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I’m sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinnet, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession.
... and there’s the Mudblood, standing there bold as brass, oh, if my mistress knew, oh, how she’d cry...
As I was saying, you have been informed that a certain Dark wizard is at large once again. This is a lie.
But he’s there! Potter’s there! Someone grab him!
But you would think, wouldn’t you, that getting hit forty-five times in the neck with a blunt axe would qualify you to join the Headless Hunt?
Nearly Headless Nick
Celebrity is as celebrity does, remember that.
’Choo fall over for?
Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody
Dear me, what’s the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don’t even pay you well for it?
Dinky Duddydums, don’t cry, Mummy won’t let him spoil your special day!
Goblin notions of ownership, payment, and repayment are not the same as human ones.
Good luck, Harry Potter. The planets have been read wrongly before now, even by centaurs. I hope this is one of those times.
Guess who, Won-Won?
Harry Potter has to go into the lake and find his Wheezy —
Harry … take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my parents. …
Hello, Minister! Did I mention I'm resigning?
HERMY! WHERE HAGGER?
I ’ave nevair been more insulted in my life! ’Alf-giant? Moi? I ’ave — I ’ave big bones!
I can mend bones in a second --- but growing them back ---
I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death — if you aren’t as big a bunch of dunderheads I usually have to teach.
I didn’t give him anything, I just dropped it. . . . It was his fault he went and ate it, I never told him to.
I don't care if you fall off your broom as long as you catch the Snitch first.
I don’t think you’re a waste of space.
I'd say that it's one short step from 'Wizards first' to 'Purebloods first,' then to 'Death Eaters. We're all human, aren't we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving.
If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.
I'm a what?
I’m half-and-half. Me dad’s a Muggle. Mom didn’t tell him she was a witch ’til after they were married. Bit of a nasty shock for him.
Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?
I should have made my meaning plainer. He has achieved high marks in all Defense Against the Dark Arts tests set by a competent teacher.
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
I think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter. … After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things — terrible, yes, but great.
I was in the hospital wing when they held the trials. Ate a pound of doxy eggs for a bet.
Just because you’ve got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn’t mean we all have.
Like all young people, you are quite sure that you alone feel and think, you alone recognize danger, you alone are the only one clever enough to realise...
Phineas Nigellus Black
Madame Maxime! Zey are saying zat zis little boy is to compete also!
My Head of House said I lacked certain necessary qualities. [...] Like the ability to behave myself.
My dear, you have the Grim.
NEVER — INSULT — ALBUS — DUMBLEDORE — IN — FRONT — OF — ME!
Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain.
No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood.
Nooo! Master Barty, Master Barty, what is you saying?
No post on Sundays.
Norbert? The Norwegian Ridgeback? We call her Norberta now.
NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!
Oh, he knows how to play, little bitty baby Potter.
Oh, my dear boy, we’re not going to punish you for a little thing like that! It was an accident! We don’t send people to Azkaban just for blowing up their aunts!
Oh, Potter, you rotter, oh, what have you done, You’re killing off students, you think it’s good fun
Oh, well … I’d just been thinking … if you had died, you’d have been welcome to share my toilet.
Saintlike. You see . . . I’m holy. Holey, Fred, geddit?
Such loyalty is admirable, of course, but Dumbledore is gone, Harry. He’s gone.
Swish and flick, remember, swish and flick.
That suggests that what you fear most of all is — fear. Very wise, Harry.
The Dark Lord … you have no idea … he has weapons you can’t imagine. … I was scared, Sirius, I was never brave like you and Remus and James.
The thing about growing up with Fred and George is that you sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.
There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!
Troll -- in the dungeons -- thought you ought to know.
Until the very end.
Vot is the point of being an international Quidditch player if all the good-looking girls are taken?
We all know you shouldn’t really have entered at all. But don’t worry about that. Our readers love a rebel.
Well, well, well, we are in trouble.
We were all in the D.A. together. It was all supposed to be about fighting You-Know-Who, wasn’t it? And this is the first chance we’ve had to do something real — or was that all just a game or something?
When we come face-to-face with one down a dark alley, we’re going to be having a shufti to see if it’s solid, aren’t we, we’re not going to be asking, ‘Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?’
Yes, it’s a funny little potion, Felix Felicis.
You can laugh! But people used to believe there were no such things as the Blibbering Humdinger or the Crumple-Horned Snorkack!
You see it all the time with dogs. If there’s something wrong with the bitch, there’ll be something wrong with the pup —