J. K. Rowling
J. K. Rowling
Joanne "Jo" Rowling, OBE, FRSL, pen names J. K. Rowling and Robert Galbraith, is a British novelist, screenwriter and film producer best known as the author of the Harry Potter fantasy series. The books have gained worldwide attention, won multiple awards, and sold more than 400 million copies. They have become the best-selling book series in history and been the basis for a series of films which is the second highest-grossing film series in history. Rowling had overall approval on the...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth31 July 1965
CityYate, England
Doctors?" said Ron, looking startled. "Those Muggle nutters that cut people up?
Overload 'em with information an' they'll kill yeh jus' to simplify things.
Well, better expelled and able to defend yourselves than sitting safely in school without a clue," said Sirius.
Ron, we're supposed to show the first years where to go!" "Oh yeah," said Ron, who had obviously forgotten. "Hey -- hey you lot! Midgets!
Personally, I'd have welcomed a dementor attack. A deadly struggle for my soul would have broken the monotony nicely.
Harry, I've left a letter telling your aunt and uncle not to worry--" "They won't," said Harry. "That you're safe--" "That'll just depress them." "--and you'll see them next summer." "Do I have to?
Snape was looking as though the first person to ask him for a Love Potion would be force-fed poison.
Failure, failure is so important, it doesn’t get spoken about enough, we speak about success all the time.
Karkaroff intends to flee if the Mark burns." "Does he?" said Dumbledore softly, as Fleur Delacour and Roger Davies came giggling in from the grounds. "And are you tempted to join him?" "No," said Snape, his black eyes on Fleur's and Roger's retreating figures. "I am not such a coward." "No," agreed Dumbledore. You are a braver man by far than Igot Karkaroff. You know, I sometimes think we Sort too soon..." He walked away, leaving Snape looking stricken.
Scared?" Malfoy muttered, so that Lockhart couldn't hear him. "You wish." said Harry out of the corner of his mouth.
Enemies of the Heir, beware! You'll be next, Mudbloods!
Harry Potter has kindly joined us for my rebirthing party. One might go so far as to call him my guest of honor.
But I was willing to embrace mortal life again, before chasing immortality.
Harry, just go down to the lake tomorrow, right, stick your head in, yell at the merpeople to give back whatever they’ve nicked, and see if they chuck it out. Best you can do, mate.