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Character : Minerva McGonagall
"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall." Rating : 3,06/5 (180 votes) - Comments
"How did you know it was me?" she asked.
"My dear Professor, I 've never seen a cat sit so stiffly."
"You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," said
"Shooting stars down in Kent -- I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense." Rating : 3,13/5 (184 votes) - Comments
"Would you care for a lemon drop?" Rating : 3,09/5 (185 votes) - Comments
"A lemon drop. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of"
"No, thank you," said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't think this was the moment for lemon drops.
"Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of." [McGonagall] Rating : 3,25/5 (187 votes) - Comments
"You flatter me," said Dumbledore calmly. "Voldemort had powers I will
"Only because you're too -- well -- noble to use them."
"It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey
told me she liked my new earmuffs."
"A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on
the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a
letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous -- a
legend -- I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day
in the future -- there will be books written about Harry -- every child
in our world will know his name!" Rating : 3,03/5 (184 votes) - Comments
"Exactly," said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his
half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous
before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even
remember! Can't you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away
from all that until he's ready to take it?"
"You think it -- wise -- to trust Hagrid with something as important as
this?" [McGonagall] Rating : 3,04/5 (191 votes) - Comments
"I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.
"Is that where -?" whispered Professor McGonagall. Rating : 3,03/5 (201 votes) - Comments
"Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have that scar forever."
"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"
"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself
above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground."
Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once, and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four. Rating : 3,34/5 (112 votes) - Comments
"Good luck, Harry," he murmured.
Harry stretched out his hand at last to take the yellowish envelope, addressed in emerald green to Mr. H. Potter, The Floor, Hut-on-the-Rock, The Sea. He pulled out the letter and read:HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Deputy Headmistress Rating : 3,25/5 (115 votes) - Comments
Harry quickly looked down again as Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. Aunt Petunia wouldn't have let it in the house. Rating : 3,11/5 (123 votes) - Comments
Maybe they had to try and get a rabbit out of it, Harry thought wildly,
that seemed the sort of thing.