Character: Albus Dumbledore. Page 2

Horrace loves comfort and he loves to surround himself with celebrity, wealthy and influential people. He likes to think that they listen to him. He never wanted to sit on the throne, he prefers to take a seat behind him, where, you know, it is easier to turn.

Judging by your shocked mind, Harry did not warn you of my coming. However, let's assume that you are cordially invited me to enter the house.

Every time I get close to the answer, it eludes me. It drives you crazy.

I haven't blushed, I guess, since, as Madame Pomfrey said she liked my new earmuffs.

- What do you see when you look in the mirror? - Harry blurted out breathlessly.
- I? - asked the Professor. - I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks.
Harry looked at him.
- A man cannot have too many socks, explained Dumbledore. - It's another Christmas, and I have not received a single pair. For some reason people just give me books.

The full list consists of the four hundred and thirty seven items, and can be found in the Cabinet of Mr. Filch, of course, if anyone wants.

I'm not against you and then destroyed my things. Perhaps, they have too much.

Okay. Okay. But - don't tell anyone, Dumbledore! This has to stay between us. Swear! I cannot bear... especially Potter's son... Give me the word!
- Give the word, Severus, that I never will tell about the best that is in you? Dumbledore sighed, looking angry, haggard face Snape. Well, if you insist...

I would expect that you will offer me something to drink, but, apparently, this assumption suffers from excessive optimism.

... For power is best suited to those who never it does not sought. Like you, host guide, because they have given him, putting on a General's uniform out of necessity, and then is surprised to find that he sits on them...

It is not necessary to show excessive arrogance and take responsibility as a whole.

- This scar will stay with him for life.
- You after all may have something to do with it, Dumbledore?
Even if I could, I would not. Scars can do a good job. I, for example, has a scar above his left knee, which is a completely accurate diagram of the London underground.

- I spied for you, lied for you, put themselves in mortal danger for you. And I thought that doing all this in order to save the life of the son of Lily. And now you tell me that you raised him like a pig for slaughter...
Is downright touching, Severus, I said Dumbledore. - It's not bothering you, in the end, the boy?
- To the boy? - shouted Snape. - Espekto patronum! From the tip of his wand burst the silver DOE, jumped on the floor, one leap crossed the office and flew through the open window. Dumbledore watched her go. When the silver glow faded, he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.
- After all these years?
- Always - said Snape.

At Hogwarts to those who ask the help of Harry, always receives it. I have always prided myself on my ability to turn a phrase. Words, in my not so humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic, capable of both inflicting injury and remedying it. But in this case I'll rephrase my original statement to say: at Hogwarts to those who deserve help will always be given it. Do not pity the dead, Harry, pity the living, especially those who live without love.