Magic has universal appeal. I don't believe in magic in the way that I describe in my books, but I'd love it to be real.

Am I about to discover where you, Ron, and Hermione disappeared to while you were supposed to be in the back room of Fred and George's shop?" How did you...?" Harry, please. You're talking to the man who raised Fred and George.

Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.

Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid lets Dumbledore down.

These girls... they're going to kill me, Harry.

Bless my soul,” whispered the old bartender, “Harry Potter . . . what an honor.

Harry constantly repeated Dumbledore's final words to himself. "I will only truly have left this school when none here are loyal to me. ... Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it. "But what good were these words? Who exactly were they supposed to ask for help, when everyone was just as confused and scared as they were?