You know, I donโt get why Fred and George only got three O.W.L.s each,โ said Harry, watching as Fred, George, and Lee collected gold from the eager crowd. โThey really know their stuff. . . .โ โOh, they only know flashy stuff thatโs no real use to anyone,โ said Hermione disparagingly. โNo real use?โ said Ron in a strained voice. โHermione, theyโve got about twenty-six Galleons already. . . .
J. K. RowlingYeah,' said Ron. 'Could've been worse. Remember those birds she set on me?' 'I still haven't ruled it out,' came Hermione's muffled voice from beneath her blankets, but Harry saw Ron smiling slightly as he pulled his maroon pajamas out of his rucksack.
J. K. RowlingIf she could have died...if she could have disappeared forever...but the solid surface of things refused to dissolve around her, and her body, her hateful hermaphrodite's body, continued in its stubborn, lumpen way, to live.
J. K. RowlingWhat I would most like to think they would take away, is what I take away when I read my favorite books. Which is the knowledge that there is always somewhere you can go, that you love, and where you're safe. And that's how I feel about my favorite books, wherever I am, if I've got that book with me, I've got a place where I can go and be happy. So if that place is Hogwarts for anyone, then I couldn't be more honored or humbled.
J. K. Rowling