P.S. I do hope we’ve put enough stamps on.
“Look at this,” he growled.
He held up the envelope in which Mrs.Weasley’s letter had come, and Harry had to fight down a laugh. Every bit of it was covered in stamps except for a square inch of it on the front, into which Mrs. Weasley has squeezed the Dursleys’ address in minute writing.
“She did put enough stamps on it, then,” said Harry, trying to make it sound as though Mrs. Weasley’s was a mistake anyone could make. (31)

Harry thought he knew what was going on behind the moustache: a furious battle as two of Uncle Vernon’s most fundamental instincts came into conflict. Allowing Harry to go would make Harry happy, something Uncle Vernon had struggled against for thirteen years. On the other hand, allowing Harry to disappear to the Weasley’s for the rest of the summer would get rid of him two weeks earlier than any of them could have hoped, and Uncle Vernon hated having Harry in the house. (31)

“That was an excellent breakfast, wasn’t it?” said Harry. “I feel really full, don’t you?” (35)

Hedwig looked coldly up at [Pig], as though daring it to come any closer. (36)

They glanced around as they entered and spotted Dudley. Their faces cracked into identical, evil grins. (47)

“Did he eat it?” said Fred excitedly.
“Yeah,” said Harry. “What was it?”
“Ton-Tongue Toffee,” said Fred brightly. “George and I invented them and we’ve been looking for someone to test them on all summer...” (51)

“We’ve been hearing explosions out of [the twins’] room for ages but we never thought they were actually making things,” said Ginny. “We thought they liked the noise.” (55)

Crookshanks came pelting out of the garden, bottlebrush tail held high in the air, chasing what looked like a muddy potato on legs. Harry recognized it instantly as a gnome. Barely ten inches high, its horny little feet pattered very fast as it sprinted across the yard and dived headlong into onto the Wellington boots that lay scattered around the door. Crookshanks inserted a paw into the boot, trying to reach it. (60)

“Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?” said Fred.
“That was a sample fertilizer from Norway!” said Percy, going very red in the face. “It was nothing personal!”
“It was,” Fred whispered to Harry as they got up from the table. “We sent it.” (64)

One of them was a very old wizard who was wearing a long, flowery nightgown. The other was clearly a Ministry wizard; he was holding out a pair of pinstriped trousers and almost crying in exasperation.
“Just put them on, Archie, there’s a good chap. You can’t walk around like that, the Muggle at the gate’s already getting suspicious---”
“I bought this in a Muggle shop,” said the old wizard stubbornly. “Muggles wear them.”
“Muggle women wear them, Archie, not the men, they wear these,” said the Ministry wizard, and he brandished the pinstriped trousers.
“I’m not putting them on,” said old Archie in indignation. “I like a healthy breeze ‘round my privates, thanks.” (84)

“Dad’s having fun with the matches,” said Fred.
Mr. Weasley was having no success at all in lighting the fire, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. Splintered matches littered the ground around him, but he looked as though he was having the time of his life.
“Oops!” he said as he managed to light a match and promptly dropped it in surprise. (85)

“Look at the referee,” she said giggling.
Harry looked down at the field. Hassan Mostafa had landed right in front of the dancing veela, and was acting very oddly indeed. He was flexing his muscles and smoothing his mustache excitedly.
“Now we can’t have that!” said Ludo Bagman, though he sounded highly amused. “Somebody slap the referee!” (110)

“You can speak English!” said Fudge, sounding outraged. “And you’ve been letting me mime everything all day!”
“Vell, it vos very funny,” said the Bulgarian minister, shrugging. (115)

“There is bad wizards about!” She squeaked distractedly as she leaned forward and labored to keep running. “People high - high in the air! Winky is getting out of the way!” (124)

“Look, can someone just explain to me what that skull thing was?” said Ron impatiently. “It wasn’t hurting anyone... Why’s it such a big deal?”
“I told you, it’s You-Know-Who’s symbol, Ron,” said Hermione, before anyone else could answer. “I read about it in The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts.”
“And it hasn’t been seen for thirteen years,” said Mr. Weasley quietly. “Of course people panicked... it was almost like seeing You-Know-Who back again.” “I don’t get it,” said Ron, frowning. “I mean... it’s still only a shape in the sky...”
“Ron, You-Know-Who and his followers sent the Dark Mark into the sky whenever they killed,” said Mr. Weasley. “The terror it inspired... you have no idea, you’re too young. Just picture coming home and finding the Dark Mark hovering over your house, and knowing what you’re about to find inside...” Mr. Weasley winced. “Everyone’s worst fear.. the very worst....” (141)

“If they really were Death Eaters, they worked very hard to keep out of Azkaban when You-Know-Who lost power, and told all sorts of lies about him forcing them to kill and torture people. I bet they’d be even more frightened than the rest of us to see him come back. They denied they’d ever been involved with him when he lost his powers and went back to their daily lives... I don’t reckon he’d be over-pleased with them, do you?” (143)

And to everyone’s surprise, she pulled Fred and George in for such a tight hug that their heads banged together. (146)

“You’re not by any chance writing out a new order form are you?” said Mrs. Weasley, shrewdly. “You wouldn’t be thinking of restarting Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, by any chance?”
“Now, Mum,” said Fred looking up at her, a pained expression on his face. “If the Hogwarts Express crashed tomorrow and George and I died, how would you feel to know the last thing we ever heard from you was an unfounded accusation?” (153)

“I’ll go starkers before I those on,” said Ron stubbornly. (156)

There was a funny spluttering noise from behind them. Pigwidgeon was choking on an overlarge Owl Treat.
“Why is everything I own rubbish?” said Ron furiously, striding across the room to unstick Pigwidgeon’s beak. (157)

“Your father thinks very highly of Mad-Eye Moody,” said Mrs. Weasley, sternly.
“Yeah, well, Dad collects plugs, doesn’t he?” said Fred quietly as Mrs. Weasley left the room. “Birds of a feather....” (161)

“I am not joking, Mr. Weasley,” he said, “though now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar...”
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.
“Er - but maybe now is that the time ... no...” (186)

“I was saying that Saturn was surely in a position of power in the heavens at the time of your birth... your dark hair... your mean stature.... tragic losses so young in life... I think I am right, my dear, in saying that you were born in midwinter?”
“No,” said Harry, “I was born in July.” (201)

“I’ve got two Neptunes here,” said Harry after awhile, frowning at his piece of parchment. “That can’t be right, can it?”
“Aaaaah,” said Ron, imitating Professor Trelawney’s mystical whisper, “when two Neptunes appear in the sky, it is a sure sign that a midget in glasses is being born, Harry...” (201)

“Professor Vector didn’t give us any [homework] at all!”
“Well, bully for Professor Vector.” (202)

“Still got abou’ twenty [Blast-Ended Skrewts].”
“Well, that’s lucky,” said Ron. Hagrid missed the sarcasm. (264)

“Yeah, well, yeh get weirdoes in every breed.” (265)

“We all know Moody considers the morning wasted if he hasn’t discovered six plots to murder him before lunch.” (279)

“Everythin’ seems ter happen ter you, doesn’t it?” (295)

“I hope you saw my piece over the summer about the International Confederation of Wizards’ Conference?”
“Enchantingly nasty,” said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. “I particularly enjoyed your part about me being an obsolete dingbat.” (307)

It caused him another pang to imagine Ron’s expression if he could have heard Hermione talking about Wonky-Faints. (317)

“I hate talking to you in that cloak. I never know if I’m looking at you or not.” (318)

He, therefore, had to endure over an hour of Professor Trelawney who spent half the lesson telling everyone that the position of Mars at that moment in relation to Saturn meant that people born in July were in great danger of sudden, violent deaths.
“Well, that’s good,” said Harry loudly, his temper getting the better of him. “just as long as it’s not drawn-out. I don’t want to suffer.”(346)

“Clever move - pity it didn’t work!” (352)

There were fingernail marks on her face where she had clutched it in fear. (358)

“Harry,” he said, very seriously, “whoever put your name in that goblet - I - I reckon they’re trying to do you in!”
“Caught on, have you?” said Harry coldly. “Took you long enough.” (358)

“Just because it’s taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn’t mean no else has noticed that I’m a girl!” (400)

“They has made a mistake in the shop, Harry Potter, they is giving you two the same!”
“Ah, no, Harry, how come you didn’t spot that?” (409)

“Dobby knew sir must be great wizard, for he is Harry Potter’s greatest friend, but Dobby did not know that he was also as generous of spirit, as noble, as selfless --” (409)

Harry very much wanted to ask whether Mr. Crouch had stopped calling Percy “Weatherby” yet, but resisted the temptation. (416)

“It was all over the papers, but did Aberforth hide? No, he did not! He held his head high and went about his business as usual. Of course, I’m not entirely sure that he can read, so that may not have been bravery.” (454)

Neville’s aim was so poor that he kept accidentally sending much heavier things flying across the room - Professor Flitwick, for instance. (479)

“I just want to know what Snape did with his first chance, if he’s on his second one.” (481)

It turned out that Hagrid knew quite as much about unicorns as he did about monsters, though it was clear he found their lack of fangs disappointing. (484)

She seemed to be taking the library’s lack of information as a personal insult; it had never failed her before. (486)

“Harry Potter has to go into the lake and find his Wheezy ---”
“Find my what?”
“--- and take his Wheezy back from the merpeople!”
“What’s a Wheezy?”
“Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy - Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!”
“What?” Harry gasped. “They’ve got... they’ve got Ron?”
“The thing Harry Potter will miss most, sir!” (491)

“It’d probably just make him admire Crouch more. Yeah, Percy loves rules. He’d just say Crouch was refusing to break them for his own son.”
“Percy would never throw any of his family to the dementors,” said Hermione severely.
“I don’t know,” said Ron. “If he thought they were standing in the way of his career.... Percy’s really ambitious, you know...” (534)

“Maybe she had you bugged,” said Harry.
“Bugged?” said Ron. “What... put fleas on her or something?” (547)

“Okay... how’s this for a theory,” said Ron excitedly. “Krum attacked Crouch - no, wait for it - and then Stunned himself!”
“And Mr. Crouch evaporated, did he?” said Hermione coldly.
“Oh yeah....” (564)

The thin man stepped out of the cauldron, staring at Harry... and Harry stared back into the face that had haunted him for three years. Whiter than a skull, with wide, livid scarlet eyes and a nose that was flat as a snake’s with slits for nostrils...
Lord Voldemort had risen again. (643)

“And here we have six missing Death Eaters... three dead in my service. One, too cowardly to return... he will pay. One, who I believe has left me forever... he will be killed, of course... and one, who remains my most faithful servant, and who has already reentered my service.” (651)

“I knew the one I must use if I was to rise more powerful than I had been when I had fallen. I wanted Harry Potter’s blood. I wanted the blood of the one who had stripped of power thirteen years ago.. for the lingering protection his mother gave would reside in my veins, too...” (657)

“For he has been better protected than I think even he knows, protected by ways devised by Dumbledore years ago when it fell to him to arrange the boy’s future. Dumbledore envoked an ancient magic to ensure the boy’s protection as long as he is in his relation’s care. Not even I can touch him there...” (657)

“You have shown bravery beyond anything I could have expected of you.” (695)

“Harry’s wand and Voldemort’s wand share cores. Each of them contains a feather from the tail of the same phoenix. This phoenix in fact.” “My wand’s feather came from Fawkes?” (697)

“So what happens when a wand meets its brother?” said Sirius.
“They will not work properly against each other,” said Dumbledore. “If, however, the owners force them to do battle... a very rare effect will take place. One of the wands will force the other to regurgitate spells it has performed - in reverse. The most recent first.. and then those which proceeded it...” (697)

“I will say it again,” said Dumbledore. “You have shown bravery beyond anything I could have expected of you tonight, Harry. You have shown bravery equal to those who died fighting Voldemort at the height of his powers. You have shouldered a grown wizard’s burden and found yourself equal to it - and you have now us all we have a right to expect.” (699)

“These people’s deaths were mere by-products of a plan to restore Voldemort to full strength again. The plan succeed. Voldemort has been restored to his body.” (703)

“Half of us only feel safe in our beds at night because we know the dementors stand guard at Azkaban!”
“The rest of us sleep less soundly, Cornelius, knowing that you have put Lord Voldemort’s most dangerous supporters in the care of creatures who will join him the instant he asks them!” (707)

“You are blinded by the love of the office you hold, Cornelius.” (708)

“Take the steps I have suggested and you will be remembered, in office or out, as one of the bravest and greatest Ministers of Magic we have ever known. Fail to act - and history will remember you as the man who stepped aside and allowed Voldemort a second chance to destroy the world we have struggled to rebuild!” (708)

“It is time for you to lay aside your old differences and trust each other.” Harry thought Dumbledore was asking for a near miracle. (712)

“Time is short, and unless the few of us who know the truth do not stand united, there is no hope for any of us.” (712)

“It wasn’t your fault, Harry,” Mrs. Weasley whispered.
“I told him to take the cup with me,” said Harry. (714)

“Knew he was goin’ ter come back,” said Hagrid, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked up at him in shock. “Known it fer years, Harry. Knew he was out there, bidin’ his time. It had ter happen, We’ll now it has, an’ we’ll jus’ have ter get on with it. We’ll fight. Migh’ be able ter stop him before he gets a good hold. That’s Dumbledore’s plan anyway. Great man, Dumbledore. ‘S long as we’ve got him, I’m not too worried.”
Hagrid raised his bushy eyebrows at the disbelieving expressions on their faces.
“No good sittin’ worryin’ abou’ it,” he said. “What’s comin’ will come, an’ we’ll meet it when it does.” (719)

“Yeh did as yer father would’ve done, an’ I can’ give yeh no higher praise than that.” (719)

“We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are united.” (723)

“Remember Cedric. Remember if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory.” (724)

“Look,” he said flatly, “take it or I’ll hex you. I know some good ones now. Just do me one favor, okay? Buy Ron some different dress robes and say they’re from you.” (733)

As Hagrid had said, what would come, would come.... and he would have to be ready to face it when it did. (734)