I Don't Take Any Responsibility

I Don't Think You Should Be An Auror, Harry," Said Luna Unexpectedly. Everybody Looked At Her. "the Aurors Are Part Of The Rotfang Conspiracy, I Thought Everyone Knew That. They're Working To Bring Down The Ministry Of Magic From Within Using A Mixture Of Dark Magic And Gum Disease.

Never Trust Anything That Can Think For Itself If You Can't See Where It Keeps Its Brain.

The Hallows, The Hallows. A Desperate Man’s Dream!

He Missed Hogwarts So Much It Was Like Having A Constant Stomachache. He Missed The Castle, With Its Secret Passageways And Ghosts, His Classes, … The Mail Arriving By Owl, Eating Banquets In The Great Hall, Sleeping In His Four-poster Bed In The Tower Dormitory, Visiting The Gamekeeper, Hagrid, In His Cabin Next To The Forbidden Forest In The Grounds, And Especially, Quidditch, The Most Popular Sport In The Wizarding World

I Think They Ought To Know. You Do Them A Disservice By Not Confiding Something This Important To Them.” “i Didn’t Want —” “— To Worry Or Frighten Them?” Said Dumbledore, Surveying Harry Over The Top Of His Half-moon Spectacles. “or Perhaps, To Confess That You Yourself Are Worried And Frightened? You Need Your Friends, Harry. As You So Rightly Said, Sirius Would Not Have Wanted You To Shut Yourself Away.