The Hook-nosed Teacher Looked Past Quirrell’s Turban

I Have Spied For You And Lied For You, Put Myself In Mortal Danger For You. Everything Was Supposed To Be To Keep Lily Potter’s Son Safe. Now You Tell Me You Have Been Raising Him Like A Pig For Slaughter —

Enter, Stranger, But Take Heed Of What Awaits The Sin Of Greed, For Those Who Take, But Do Not Earn, Must Pay Most Dearly In Their Turn. So If You Seek Beneath Our Floors A Treasure That Was Never Yours, Thief, You Have Been Warned, Beware Of Finding More Than Treasure There.

Why Can’t I Drink The Potion Instead?” Asked Harry Desperately. “because I Am Much Older, Much Cleverer, And Much Less Valuable,” Said Dumbledore.

Harry, You Wonderful Boy, You Brave, Brave Man.

But The Idea Of The Dark Lord In Possesion Of The Deathstick Is, I Must Admit, Formidable.