And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward. Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hands, staring down at his enemy's shell.
J. K. RowlingRoom of Requirement, of course! Surpassed itself, hasn't it? the Carrows were chasing me, and I knew I had just one chance for a hideout: I managed to get through the door and this is what I found! Well, it wasn't exactly like this when I arrived, it was a load smaller, there was only one hammock and just Gryffindor hangings. But it's expanded as more and more of the D.A. have arrived.
J. K. RowlingWhen the Dark Lord takes over, is he going to care how many O.W.L.s or N.E.W.T.s anyoneโs got? Of course he isnโt. . . . Itโll be all about the kind of service he received, the level of devotion he was shown.
J. K. RowlingI don't feel quite normal if I haven't written for a while. I doubt I will ever again write anything as popular as the "Harry" books, but I can live with that thought quite easily. By the time I stop writing about Harry, I will have lived with him for 13 years, and I know it's going to feel like a bereavement. So I'll probably take some time off to grieve, and then on with the next book!
J. K. RowlingI just wondered where you โโ Ron broke off, shrugging. โNothing. Iโm going back to bed.โ โJust thought youโd come nosing around, did you?โ Harry shouted. He knew that Ron had no idea what heโd walked in on, knew he hadnโt done it on purpose, but he didnโt care โ at this moment he hated everything about Ron, right down to the several inches of bare ankle showing beneath his pajama trousers.
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