Цитаты из книги 哈利·波特与凤凰社

Где-то далеко за стенами кабинета раздавались еле слышные голоса — наверное, это первые ученики спускались в Большой зал на завтрак. Казалось невероятным, что на свете еще есть люди, которые по-прежнему хотят есть, смеются, не знают да и не хотят знать, что Сириус Блэк ушел навсегда. Гарри чудилось, что Сириус где-то за тысячу миль отсюда; даже теперь какой-то частичкой своего существа он продолжал верить, что, отдерни он ту завесу, — и Сириус встретил бы его за ней своим обычным смехом, похожим на собачий лай…

- Итак, - грозно обратилась к нему профессор Макгонагалл, - это правда? - Что правда?- спросил Гарри чуть более агрессивным тоном, чем хотел. - Профессор, - добавил он в попытке смягчить невежливость. - Это правда, что вы повысили голос на профессора Амбридж? - Да, - сказал Гарри. - Вы обвинили ее во лжи? - Да. - Вы сказали ей, что Тот-Кого-Нельзя-Называть возродился? - Да. Профессор Макгонагалл села за письменный стол и, хмуря брови, поглядела на Гарри. Потом сказала: - Возьмите-ка печенье, Поттер.

There is a room in the Department of Mysteries, that is kept locked at all times. It contains a force that is at once more wonderful and more terrible than death, than human intelligence, than forces of nature. It is also, perhaps, the most mysterious of the many subjects for study that reside there. It is the power held within that room that you possess in such quantities and which Voldemort has not at all. That power took you to save Sirius tonight. That power also saved you from possession by Voldemort, because he could not bear to reside in a body so full of the force he detests. In the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. It was your heart that saved you.

“Don't be so ridiculous,” said Hermione, straightening up and looking at him as though she could not believe her eyes. “With Umbridge groping around in the fires and frisking all the owls?” “Well, we think we can find a way around that,” said George, stretching and smiling. “It's a simple matter of causing a diversion. Now, you might have noticed that we have been rather quiet on the mayhem front during the Easter holidays?” “What was the point, we asked ourselves, of disrupting leisure time?” continued Fred. “No point at all, we answered ourselves. And of course, we'd have messed up people's revision, too, which would be the very last thing we'd want to do.”

With two loud cracks, Fred and George, Ron's elder twin brothers, had materialised out of thin air in the middle of the room. Pigwidgeon twittered more wildly than ever and zoomed off to join Hedwig on top of the wardrobe. “Stop doing that!” Hermione said weakly to the twins, who were as vividly red-haired as Ron, though stockier and slightly shorter. “Hello, Harry,” said George, beaming at him. “We thought we heard your dulcet tones.” “You don't want to bottle up your anger like that, Harry, let it all out,” said Fred, also beaming. There might be a couple of people fifty miles away who didn't hear you.”