As Harry and Ron rounded the clump of trees behind which Harry had first heard the dragons roar, a witch leapt out from behind them. It was Rita Skeeter. She was wearing acid-green robes today; the Quick-Quotes Quill in her hand blended perfectly against them. "Congratulations, Harry!' she said beaming at him. "I wonder if you could give me a quick word? How you felt facing that dragon? How do you feel now about the fairness of the scoring?" "Yeah, you can have a word," said Harry savagely. "Goodbye!

There,” she said softly. “Now he could be sleeping.

It is not about striving for immortality, but about accepting mortality.

I will be sharing additional information I've been hoarding for years about the world of Harry Potter

You fail by default when you live so cautiously you never fail.

I definitely know that love is the most powerful thing of all.

I am not a particularly thick-skinned person.