Dumbledore was on his feet again, pale as any of the surrounding Inferi, but taller than any too, the fire dancing in his eyes; his wand was raised like a torch and from its tip emanated the flames, like a vast lasso, encircling them all with warmth.

Did you know— then?” asked Harry. “Did I know that I had just met the most dangerous Dark wizard of all time? No.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.

Dumbledore's man through and through, aren't you Potter?" "Yeah I am," said Harry. "Glad we straightened that out.

The owls are gathering; find out why soon.

I'm opposed to fundamentalism in any form.

Bigotry is probably the thing I detest most.