Wave upon wave of crimson supporters was pouring over the barriers into the field. Hands were raining down on their backs. Harry had a confused impression of noise and bodies pressing in on him. Then he, and the rest of the team, were hoisted onto the shoulders of the crowd. Thrust into the light, he saw Hagrid, plastered with crimson rosettes – “Yeh beat ‘em, Harry, yeh beat ‘em! Wait till I tell Buckbeak!” There was Percy, jumping up and down, like maniac, all dignity forgotten. Professor McGonagall was sobbing harder even than Wood, wiping her eyes with an enormous Gryffindor flag; and there, fighting their way toward Harry, were Ron and Hermione. Words failed them. They simply beamed as Harry was borne towards the stands, where Dumbledore stood waiting with the enormous Quidditch Cup.
“Lily. Lovely Lily. She was exceedingly bright… your mother. Even more impressive when one considers she was Muggle-born.”
Feels strange to be going home, doesn’t it?
I saw this and suddenly remembered how amazing harry potter is and how much it’s meant to me aw. :(
Neville shouted “Oh my God, I’ve killed Harry Potter!” in his fourth year, which means at 14 years old he was already confident that he was more competent than Lord Voldemort
You know what I’m grateful for? That they never made movie covers for the Harry Potter books. Can we all just take a moment to appreciate that?
it’s the 50th anniversary
it’s very dramatic
john hurt turns to the camera
‘in a land of myth and a time of magic’
“this is a group assignment. you can find your own groups”
*starts sweating nervously*
*school floods with...
School attendance would go up by like 300% if we had cool padded swirly chairs or bean bags instead of ugly blue chairs harder than a...
suddenly overhearing people talking about a thing you like
do I run the blog or does the blog run me
“why yes, it is my time of the month” i roar as i grow fur all over my body. my limbs change shape. i transform into a wolf and...