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Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix quotes

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Albus Dumbledore
Cornelius Fudge
Dolores Umbridge
Harry Potter
Lord Voldemort
Luna Lovegood
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Umbridge: Thank you, Headmaster, for those kind words of welcome. And how lovely to see all your bright happy faces smiling up at me [No one smiles]. I'm sure we're all going to be very good friends.
Fred and George: [sarcastically] That's likely.
Umbridge: The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizard of vital importance. Although each Headmaster has brought something new to this historic school.
[Nods to Dumbledore]
Umbridge: Progress for the sake of progress must be discouraged. Let us preserve what must be preserved, perfect what can be perfected and prune practices that ought to be prohibited.
[Soft applause]
Dumbledore: Thank you Professor Umbridge, that really was most illuminating.
Ron Weasley: Illuminating? What a load of waffle!

[Snape has just witnessed Harry's memory of seeing his parents in the Mirror of Erised]
Snape: Feeling sentimental?
Harry: That's private.
Snape: Not to me. And not to the Dark Lord if you don't improve. Every memory he has access to is a weapon he can use against you. You won't last two seconds if he invades your mind. You're just like your father. Lazy, arrogant.
'Harry: Don't say a word against my father.
Snape: Weak!
Harry: I'm not weak!
Snape: Then prove it! Control your emotions! Discipline your mind! Legillimens!
[Series of flashbacks, including a touching moment between Harry and Sirius]
Harry: Sirius.
Snape: I may vomit.
Potter: Stop it!
Snape: Is that what you call control?
Harry: (heavy panting)We've been at it for hours. If I could just rest!
Snape: The Dark Lord isn't resting. You and Black, you're two of a kind, sentimental children forever whining about how bitterly unfair your lives have been, well it may have escaped your notice, but life isn't fair. Your blessed father knew that, in fact he frequently saw to it!
Harry: My father was a great man!
Snape: Your father was a swine. Legillimens!
Harry: Protego!

Harry: [While being possessed by Voldemort]You, you've lost old man.
Dumbledore: Harry.
Voldemort: So weak, so vulnerable! Look at me!
Dumbledore: Harry, it isn't how you are alike. It's how you are not!
Dumbledore: Harry.
[As Harry sees his friends enter the Atrium, he remembers the happy times he spent with them]
Harry: You're the weak one, and you'll never know love or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.
[Voldemort is forced out of Harry's body]
Voldemort: You're a fool, Harry Potter. And you will lose everything.

Harry: This connection between me me and Voldemort, what if the reason for it is that I'm becoming more like him? I just feel so angry, all the time. And what if after everything I've been through, something's gone wrong inside me. What if I'm becoming bad?
Sirius: I want you to listen to me very carefully Harry. You're not a bad person. You're a very good person, who bad things have happened to. You understand?
'[Harry nods his head] '
Sirius: Besides, the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters. We have all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the power we choose to act on. That's who we really are.

Luna: Hello Harry Potter.
Harry: [Sees Luna isn't wearing shoes] Your feet, aren't they cold?
Luna: Bit. Unfortunately all my shoes have mysteriously disappeared. I suspect Nargles are behind it.
Harry: [Referring to the Thestrals] What are they?
Luna They're called Thestrals. They're quite gentle really but people avoid them because, they're a bit--
Harry: Different. But why can't the others see them?
Luna: They can only be seen by people who've seen death.
Harry: So you've known someone who's died then?
Luna: My mum. She was quite an extraordinary witch and she did like to experiment and one day one of her spells went badly wrong. I was nine.
Harry: I'm sorry.
Luna: Yes, it was rather horrible. I do feel very sad about it sometimes. But I still have a dad. We both believe you by the way. [When Harry doesn't respond] That He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back, and you fought him and the Ministry and the Prophet are conspiring against you and Dumbledore.
Harry: Thanks. It seems you're about the only ones that do.
Luna: Don't think that's true.

[Last lines]
Harry: I've been thinking about something Dumbledore said to me.
Hermione: What's that?
Harry: That even though we got a fight ahead of us, we've got one thing that Voldemort doesn't have.
Ron: Yeah?
Harry: Something worth fighting for.

Umbridge: I've been watching them for weeks and see, Dumbledore's army. Proof of what I've been telling you right from the beginning, Cornelius.
[To Dumbledore]
Cornelius Fudge: All your fear mongering about You-Know-Who never fooled us for a minute. We say your lies for what they were, a smokescreen for your bid to seize control of the Ministry.
Dumbledore: Naturally.
Harry: No, professor! He had nothing to do with it, it was me!
Dumbledore: Most noble of you Harry to shield me, but as it's been pointed out the parchment clearly says Dumbledore's Army, not Potter's. I instructed Harry to form this organization and I, and I alone, am responsible for its activities.
Cornelius Fudge Dispatch a owl to the Daily Prophet if we hurry we should make the morning edition. Dawlish, Shacklebolt! You will escort Dumbledore to Azkaban, to await trial for conspiracy and sedition...
Dumbledore: Ah, I thought we might hit this little snag. You seem to be laboring under the delusion I am going to - what was the phrase? "Come quietly." i have no intention of doing so. i will of course escape.
Umbridge: Enough of this! Take him!
[Dumbledore summons his phoenix Fawkes and both explode and disappear in a ball of a flame]
Kingsley Shacklebolt: well You may not like him, Minister, but you can't deny--Dumbledore's got style!

Dumbledore: Cornelius, I implore you to see reason. The evidence the Dark Lord's return is incontrovertible.
Fudge: He's not back!
Dumbledore: In the matter of Harry Potter, the law clearly states that magic may be used before Muggles in life-threatening situations.
Cornelius Fudge: Laws can be changed if necessary, Dumbledore!
Dumbledore: Clearly, it has become practice to hold a full criminal trial to deal with a simple matter of underage magic.
Amelia Bones: Those in favor of conviction?
[Fudge raises his hand followed by some other people including Umbridge]
Amelia Bones: Those in favor of clearing the accused of all charges?
[Most people raise their hand, including Amelia Bones and Miss Figg, who actually has no vote in this]
Cornelius Fudge: [Reluctantly] Cleared of all charges!

Amelia Bones: Please describe the attack. What did they look like?
Mrs Figg: Well one of them was very large, and the other rather skinny.
Cornelius Fudge: Not the boys, the Dementors.
Mrs Figg: Alright, right, well um, big. Cloaked. Then everything went cold, as though all the happiness had gone from the world.
Cornelius Fudge: Now look here, Dementors don't just wander into a muggle suburb and happen across a wizard, the odds are astronomical.
Dumbledore: I don't think anyone would believe the Dementors were there by coincidence, Minister.
Umbridge: Ahem. I'm sure I must have misunderstood you, Professor. Dementors are after all under the control of the Ministry of Magic. So silly of me but it sounded, for a moment, as though you were suggesting that the Ministry had ordered the attack on this boy.
Dumbldore: That would be disturbing indeed, madame Under-Secretary, which is why I'm sure the Ministry will be mounting a full-scale inquiry into why the two Dementors were so far away from Azkaban and why they mounted an attack without authorization. Of course, there is someone who might be behind the attack.

Rubeus Hagrid: It’s changing out there. There’s a storm coming, Harry... just like last time.

Harry: Where's Sirius?
Lucius Malfoy: You know, you really should learn to tell the difference between dreams and reality. You only saw what the Dark Lord wanted you to see. Now hand me the prophecy.
Harry: You do anything to us and I'll break it.
Bellatrix Lestrange: [laughs] He knows how to play! Itty bitty baby Potter!
Neville: Bellatrix Lestrange.
Bellatrix Lestrange: Neville Longbottom is it? How's mum and dad?
Neville: Better [points wand] now they're about to be avenged.
Lucius Malfoy [slowly raises wand]: Now let's everybody just calm down, shall we?

Umbridge: Your previous instruction for this subject has been disturbingly uneven. But you will be pleased to know, from now on you will be following a carefully structured, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic. Yes?
Hermione: There's nothing in here about using defensive spells?
Umbridge: Using spells? [laughs] Why I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom.
Ron: We're not gonna use magic?
Umbridge: You'll be learning about defensive spells, in a secure risk-free way.
Harry Well, what use is that? If we're gonna be attacked, it won't be risk-free.
Umbridge: Students will raise their hands when they speak in my class. It is the view of the Ministry that a theoretical knowledge will be sufficient to get you through your examinations, which after all is what school is all about!
Harry: And how is theory supposed to prepare us for what's out there?
Umbridge: There is nothing out there dear. Who would you imagine would want to attack children like yourself?
Harry: Oh, I don't know, maybe Lord Voldemort?

Snape: It appears there is a connection between the Dark Lord's mind and your own. Whether he is, as yet, aware of this connection is for the moment unclear. Pray he remains ignorant.
Harry: You mean if he knows about it then, he'll be able to read my mind.
Snape: Read it, control it, unhinge it. In the past it was often the Dark Lord's pleasure to invade the minds of his victims, creating visions designed to torture them into madness. Only after extracting the last exquisite ounce of agony, only when he had them literally begging for death would he finally kill them. Used properly, the power of Occlumency will help shield you from access or influence. In these lessons I will attempt to penetrate your mind. You will attempt to resist. Prepare yourself! Legilimens!
[Series of flashbacks]
Snape: Concentrate, Potter. Focus.

[Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George are listening in on the Order's meeting]
Sirius: If anyone has a right to know it's Harry. If it wasn't for him we wouldn't even know Voldemort was back. He's not a child, Molly!
Molly Weasley: He's not a adult either. He's not James, Sirius.
Sirius Black: He's not your son.
Molly Weasley: He's as good as. Who else has he got?
[Ginny joins them]
Harry: Hey, Ginny.
Sirius: He's got me!
Snape: How touching and paternal, Black. Perhaps Potter will grow up to be a felon, just like his godfather.
Sirius: Now you stay out of this, Snivellus.
Harry: Snape's part of the Order?
Ron: Git.
Sirius: I don't care what Dumbledore says about your supposed reformation, I know better.
Snape: Why don't you tell him? Or are you afraid he won't take serious the word of a man hiding in his mother's house?
[Crookshanks starts to play with the Extendable Ear eventually pulling it loose]
Ron: Hermione, I hate your cat.
Hermione: Bad Crookshanks!

Umbridge: You have no business here, centaur. This is a Ministry matter.
[A centaur takes out an arrow and places in on his bow]
Umbridge: Lower your weapons. I warn you! Under the law, as creatures of near-human intelligence--
[A centaur fires an arrow]
Umbridge: Protego!
[Umbridge makes a shield and the arrow falls on thr ground]
Umbridge: How dare you! Filthy halfbreed! Incarcerous!
[Umbridge casts a spell causing a centaur to be wrapped in a rope and fall to the ground]
Hermione: Please, please stop it! Please
Umbridge: Enough! I will have order!
[Suddenly Umbridge is picked up by Grawp. The centaurs charge]
Umbridge: [To Grawp] You animals! Do you know who I am?!!
Hermione: [To the centaurs] It's not his fault, he doesn't understand!
[Grawp get's hit by an arrow and drops Umbridge. The centaurs pick her up.]
Umbridge': Potter, do something! Tell them I mean no harm!
Harry: I'm sorry, Professor. I must not tell lies.