J.K. Rowling 2003
The fifth and longest installment in the series, it centers on the Order of Phoenix, a secret society against Voldemort. The Ministry of Magic appoints tyrannical Dolores Umbridge as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and Harry and his friends prepares to fight the Death Eaters as the Dumbledore Army.
"Watching the news..."he said scathingly. I'd like to know what he's really up to. As if a normal boy cares what's on the news--Dudley hasn't got a clue what's going on, doubt he knows who the Prince Minister is!"
"Yes--they--have!" yelled Mrs. Figg, still swinging the bag of cat food at every bit of Mundungus she could reach. "And -- it--had--better--be--you--and--you--can--tell--him--why--you--weren't--there--to--help!"
"Well it's just that you seem to be laboring under the delusion that I am going to -- come quietly. I am afraid I am not going to come quietly at all, Cornelius. I have absolutely no intention of being sent to Azkaban. I could break out, of course -- but what a waste of time, and frankly, I can think of a whole host of things I would rather be doing."
"The headquarters of the Order of Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London."
"She looked, Harry thought, like somebody's maiden aunt: squat, with short, curly, mouse-brown hair in which she had placed a horrible pink Alice band that matched the fluffy pink cardigan she wore over her robes. Then she turned her face slightly to take a sip from her goblet and he saw, with a shock of recognition, a pallid, toadlike face and a pair of prominent, pouchy eyes."
"But we have another year to go before that happy moment of farewell," said Snape softly, "so whether you are intending to attempt N.E.W.T. or not, I advise all of you to concentrate your efforts upon maintaining the high-pass level I have come to expect from my O.W.L. students."
"Divination was Harry's least favorite class after Potions, which was due mainly to Professsor Trelawney's habit of predicting his premature death every few lessons."
"It is known by us as the Come and Go Room, sir, or else as the Room of Requirement...Because it is a room that a person can only enter...when they have real need of it. Sometimes it is there, and sometimes it is not, but when it appears, it is always equipped for the seeker's needs."
"And just look at this books!" said Hermione excitedly, running a finger along the spines of the large leather-bound tomes. "A Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions...The Dark Arts Outsmarted...Self-Defensive Spellwork...wow..." She looked around at Harry, her face glowing, and he saw that the presence of hundreds of books had finally convinced Hermione that what they were doing was right."
"Luna Lovegood was similarly patchy, occasionally sending Justin Finch-Fletchley's wand spinning out of his hand, at other times merely causing his hair to stand on end."
"Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have."
"The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by any invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing. Potter...or at least, most minds are..."
"As Harry watched, one of the large Catherine wheels seemed to decide that what it needed was more room to maneuver; it whirled toward Umbridge and Filch with a sinister wheeeeeeeee."
"The story of Fred and George's flight to freedom was retold so often over the next few days that Harry could tell it would soon become the stuff of Hogwarts legend."
"I have already told you," said Snape smoothly, "that I have no further stocks of Veritaserum. Unless you wish to poison Potter--and I assure you I would have the greatest sympathy with you if you did--I cannot help you. The only trouble is the most venoms act too fast to give the victim much time for truth-telling..."
"REDUCTO!"
"EXPELLIARMUS!"
"PROTEGO!"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
""There is no shame for what you are feeling, Harry," said Dumbledore's voice. "On the contrary...the fact that you can feel pain like this is your greatest strength."
"An explanation of an old man's mistakes. For I see now that what I have done, and not done, with regard to you, bears all the hallmarks of the failings of age. Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young...and I seem to have forgotten in lately..."
Personal Note: Hurray, five books done, two to go.
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