Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

It seemed extraordinary that Hermione’s mania for upholding rules could have abandoned her at this crucial juncture.

the last and greatest of his protectors had died, and he was more alone than he had ever been before.

“But there are some injuries you can’t cure . . . old curses . . . and there are poisons without antidotes. . . .”

If Voldemort had never murdered your father, would he have imparted in you a furious desire for revenge? Of course not! If he had not forced your mother to die for you, would he have given you a magical protection he could not penetrate? Of course not, Harry! Don’t you see? Voldemort himself created his worst enemy, just as tyrants everywhere do! H

“He will only be gone from the school when none here are loyal to him,” said Harry, smiling in spite of himself.

Harry did not really listen. A warmth was spreading through him that had nothing to do with the sunlight; a tight obstruction in his chest seemed to be dissolving. He knew that Ron and Hermione were more shocked than they were letting on, but the mere fact that they were still there on either side of him, speaking bracing words of comfort, not shri

Harry watched Dumbledore striding up and down in front of him, and thought. He thought of his mother, his father, and Sirius. He thought of Cedric Diggory. He thought of all the terrible deeds he knew Lord Voldemort had done. A flame seemed to leap inside his chest, searing his throat.

It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.”

“But nothing I have seen in the world has supported your famous pronouncements that love is more powerful than my kind of magic, Dumbledore.”