The seven books about Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling are so famous that they don't need an introduction. While (re)reading them I collected some quotes about spiders and insects, and some other phrases that I liked best. Most of the books are heavily infested with spiders, and the best quotes are always from Dumbledore.
1 – Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
|Spiders||Harry got slowly out of bed and started looking for socks. He found a pair under his bed and, after pulling a spider off one of them, put them on. Harry was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where he slept.|
|Spider||“SILENCE!” yelled Uncle Vernon, and a couple of spiders fell from the ceiling.|
|Moth||Aunt Petunia found a few mouldy blankets in the second room and made up a bed for Dudley on the moth-eaten sofa.|
|Beetle||A giant of a man was standing in the doorway. His face was almost completely hidden by a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes, glinting like black beetles under all the hair.|
|Beetle||Harry looked up into the fierce, wild, shadowy face and saw that the beetle eyes were crinkled in a smile.|
|Beetle||While Hagrid asked the man behind the counter for a supply of some basic potion ingredients for Harry, Harry himself examined silver unicorn horns at twenty-one Galleons each and minuscule, glittery-black beetle eyes (five Knuts a scoop).|
Our head could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
|Dumbledore||"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that."|
|Dumbledore||"After all, to the well-organised mind, death is but the next great adventure."|
|Dumbledore||"The truth." … "It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution."|
2 – Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
|Dung beetles||Underage wizards weren't allowed to use magic outside school. Harry hadn't told the Dursleys this; he knew it was only their terror that he might turn them all into dung beetles that stopped them locking him in the cupboard under the stairs with his wand and broomstick.|
|Flea||"There are rumours about a new Muggle Protection Act – no doubt that flea-bitten, Muggle-loving fool Arthur Weasley is behind it -"|
|Spiders||He had emerged into a dingy alleyway that seemed to be made up entirely of shops devoted to the Dark Arts. The one he'd just left, Borgin and Burkes, looked like the largest, but opposite was a nasty window display of shrunken heads, and two doors down, a large cage was alive with gigantic black spiders.|
|Beetle||Everything Harry had learned last year seemed to have leaked out of his head during the summer. He was supposed to be turning a beetle into a button, but all he managed to do was give his beetle a lot of exercise as it scuttle over the desk top avoiding his wand.|
|Moth||Thinking that he should probably wait for Filch to come back, Harry sank into a moth-eaten chair next to the desk.|
|Spider|| Hermione was pointing at the topmost pane, where around twenty spiders were scuttling, apparently fighting to get through a small crack in the glass. A long silvery thread was dangling like a rope, as though they had all climbed it in their hurry to get outside.|
"Have you ever seen spiders act like that?" said Hermione wonderingly.
"No," said Harry, "have you, Ron? Ron?"
He looked over his shoulder. Ron was standing well back, and seemed to be fighting the impulse to run.
"What's up?" said Harry.
"I – don't -like – spiders." said Ron tensely.
"I never knew that." said Hermione, looking at Ron in surprise. "You've used spiders in potions loads of times …"
"I don't mind them dead," said Ron, who was carefully looking anywhere but at the window, "I just don't like the way they move …"
"It's not funny," said Ron, fiercely. "If you must know, when I was three, Fred turned my – my teddy bear into a dirty great spider because I broke his toy broomstick." …
|Lacewing||"This is the most complicated potion I've ever seen." said Hermione, as they scanned the recipe. "Lacewing flies, leeches, fluxweed and knotgrass," she murmured, running her fingers down the list of ingredients.|
|Lacewing||"You read too much, Hermione," said Ron, pouring dead lacewings on top of the leeches. He crumpled up the empty lacewing bag and looked round at Harry.|
|Wasp||Twenty cauldrons stood steaming between the wooden desks, on which stood brass scales and jars of ingredients. Snape prowled through the fumes, making waspish remarks about the Gryffindors' work while the Slytherins sniggered appreciatively.|
|Spider||Harry got to his feet, his breathing fast and shallow, his heart doing a kind of drum-roll against his ribs. He looked wildly up and down the deserted corridor and saw a line of spiders scuttling as fast as they could away from the bodies.|
|Bee|| Harry stared at the black inside of the Hat, waiting. then a small voice said in his ear, "Bee in your bonnet, Harry Potter?"|
"Er, yes," Harry muttered…
|Lacewing||" Merry Christmas to you, too," said Hermione, throwing him his present. "I've been up for nearly an hour, adding more lacewings to the potion. It's ready."|
|Spider|| Fudge, fiddling with his bowler, waited for Hagrid to go ahead of him, but Hagrid stood his ground, took a deep breath and said carefully, "If anyone wanted ter find out some stuff, all they'd have ter do would be ter follow the spiders. That'd lead 'em right! That's all I'm sayin'."|
"An' someone'll need ter feed Fang while I'm away."
|Spider||Hagrid's hint about the spiders was far easier to understand – the trouble was, there didn't seem to be a single spider left in the castle to follow.|
|Spider|| A second later, Harry spotted something that made him hit Ron over the hand with his pruning shears.|
"Ouch! What're you -"
Harry was pointing at the ground a few feet away. Several large spiders were scurrying across the earth.
Harry watched the spiders running away.
"Looks like they're heading for the Forbidden Forest…"
|Spider||"Course," said Ron abruptly, as they strode across the black grass, "we might get to the Forest and find there's nothing to follow. Thos spiders might not've been going there at all."|
|Spider||Harry took out his wand, murmured, "Lumos!" and a tiny light appeared at the end of it, just enough to let them watch the path for signs of spiders.|
|Spider||Harry tapped Ron on the shoulder, pointing at the grass. Two solitary spiders were hurrying away from the wandlight into the shade of the trees.|
|Spider|| By the glow of Harry's wand, they followed the steady trickle of spiders moving along the path.|
Then, when the trees had become thicker than ever, so that the stars overhead were no longer visible, and Harry's wand shone alone in the sea of dark, they saw their spider guides leaving the path.
Harry paused, trying to see where the spiders where going, but everything outside his little sphere of light was pitch black.
|Spider|| But Hagrid was miles away now, probably sitting in a cell in Azkaban, and he had also said to follow the spiders.|
So they followed the darting shadows of the spiders into the trees.
More than once, they had to stop, so that Harry could crouch down and find the spiders in the wandlight.
|Spider||Harry squinted around on the floodlit ground for signs of more spiders, but they had all scuttled away from the glare of the headlights.|
|Spider|| He never knew how long he was in the creature's clutches; he only new that the darkness suddenly lifted enough for him to see that the leaf-strewn ground was now swarming with spiders.|
Spiders. Not tiny spiders like those surging over the leaves below. Spiders the size of carthorses, eight-eyed, eight-legged, black, hairy, gigantic.
|Spider|| Harry fell to the ground on all fours as the spider released him.|
Harry suddenly realised that the spider which had dropped him was saying something. It had been hard to tell, because he clicked his pincers with every word he spoke.
"Aragog!" it called. "Aragog!"
And from the middle of the misty domed web, a spider the size of a small elephant emerged, very slowly.
"What is it?" he said, clicking his pincers rapidly.
"Men," clicked the spider who had caught Harry.
"Is it Hagrid?" said aragog, moving closer, his eight milky eyes wandering vaguely.
"Strangers," clicked the spider who had brought Ron.
"Kill them, " clicked Aragog fretfully. "Iwas sleeping …"
Click, click, click went the pincers of the spiders all around the hollow.
|Spider|| "Hagrid's in trouble," said Harry, breathing very fast. "That's why we've come."|
"In trouble?" said the aged spider, and Harry thought he heard concern beneath the clicking pincers.
|Spider||Aragog clicked his pincers furiously, and all around the hollow the sound was echoed by the crowd of spiders; it was like applause, except applause didn't usually make Harry feel sick with fear.|
|Spider|| Harry summoned what remained of his courage. "So you never – never attacked anyone?"|
"Never," croaked the old spider. "It would have been my instinct, but from respect of Hagrid, I never harmed a human…."
|Spider||"The thing that lives in the castle," said Aragog, "is an ancient creature we spiders fear above all others. …"|
|Spider||More loud clicking, more rustling; the spiders seemed to be closing in.|
|Spider||Harry didn't want to press the subject, not with the spiders pressing closer on all sides. Aragog seemed to be tired of talking. he was backing slowly into his domed web, but his fellow spiders continued to inch slowly towards Harry and Ron.|
|Spider||Harry spun around. Feet away, towering above him, was a solid wall of spiders, clicking, their many eyes gleaming in their ugly black heads …|
|Spider||Mr. Weasley's car was thundering down the slope, headlamps glaring, its horn screeching. knocking spiders aside; several were thrown on their backs, their endless legs waving in the air.|
|Spider||"Follow the spiders," said Ron, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "I'll never forgive Hagrid. We're lucky to be alive."|
|Spider||… the Baselisk has a murderous stare, and all who are fixed with the beam of its eye shall suffer instant death. Spiders flee before the Baselisk, for it is their mortal enemy, and the Baselisk flees only from the crowing of the rooster, which is fatal to it.|
|Spider||"… Spiders flee before it! It all fits!"|
|Dumbledore||"… It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."|
3 – Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban
|Spider||And he threw the receiver back onto the telephone as if dropping a poisonous spider.|
|Spider||Hagrid had been known to befriend giant spiders, buy vicious, three-headed dogs from men in pubs and sneak illegal dragon eggs into his cabin.|
|Blowfly||A pair of enormous purple toads sat gulping wetly and feasting on dead blowflies.|
|Insect||Harry’s immediate impression was of a large, glittering insect.|
|Beetle||Tears leaked out of the crinkled corners of Hagrid’s beetle-black eyes.|
|Caterpillar||“So that’s why you’re putting it on,” said Harry, accidentally beheading a dead caterpillar because his hand was shaking in anger. “To try to get Hagrid fired.”|
“Well,” said Malfoy, lowering his voice to a whisper, “partly, Potter. But there are other benefits too. Weasley, slice my caterpillars for me.”
|Spider||Ron was muttering to himself, “Take its legs off.” Harry was sure he knew what that was about. Ron’s greatest fear was spiders.|
|Moth||There was a noise like a whip crack. Snape stumbled; he was wearing a long, lace-trimmed dress and a towering hat topped with a moth-eaten vulture, and he was swinging a huge crimson handbag.|
Quite a few people screamed. A giant spider, six feet tall and covered in hair, was advancing on Ron, clicking its pincers menacingly.
|Spider||“Riddikulus!” bellowed Ron, and the spider’s legs vanished;|
The legless spider had vanished.
|Spider||Hermione opened her mouth to argue, but at that moment Crookshanks leapt lightly onto her lap. A large, dead spider was dangling from his mouth.|
|Spider||Crookshanks slowly chewed up the spider, his yellow eyes fixed insolently on Ron.|
|Spider||He took out his wand, touched the parchment lightly, and said, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”|
And at once, thin ink lines began to spread like a spider’s web from the point that George’s wand had touched.
|Dragonfly||She had put on a green sequined dress in honor of the occasion, making her look more than ever like a glittering, oversized dragonfly.|
|Fly||“If Scabbers hadn’t just been eaten, he could have had some of those Fudge Flies. He used to really like them —”|
|Fly||He settled himself on the floor with his back against the wall, listening to a fly buzzing in the sunny window, his mind across the grounds with Hagrid.|
4 Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
|Spider||The fire was the only source of light in the room; it cast long, spidery shadows upon the walls.|
|Fly||“He’s a boisterous little boy, but he wouldn’t hurt a fly!” Aunt Petunia had said tearfully.|
|Spider||Moody got heavily to his mismatched feet, opened his desk drawer, and took out a glass jar. Three large black spiders were scuttling around inside it. Harry felt Ron recoil slightly next to him — Ron hated spiders.|
Moody reached into the jar, caught one of the spiders, and held it in the palm of his hand so that they could all see it. He then pointed his wand at it and muttered, “Imperio!”
The spider leapt from Moody’s hand on a fine thread of silk and began to swing backward and forward as though on a trapeze. It stretched out its legs rigidly, then did a back flip, breaking the thread and landing on the desk, where it began to cartwheel in circles. Moody jerked his wand, and the spider rose onto two of its hind legs and went into what was unmistakably a tap dance.
|Spider||“Total control,” said Moody quietly as the spider balled itself up and began to roll over and over.|
|Spider||Moody picked up the somersaulting spider and threw it back into the jar.|
|Spider||… he reached into the jar for the next spider and placed it upon the desktop, where it remained motionless, apparently too scared to move.|
|Spider||“The Cruciatus Curse,” said Moody. “Needs to be a bit bigger for you to get the idea,” he said, pointing his wand at the spider. “Engorgio!”|
The spider swelled. It was now larger than a tarantula. Abandoning all pretense, Ron pushed his chair backward, as far away from Moody’s desk as possible.
Moody raised his wand again, pointed it at the spider, and muttered, “Crucio!”
At once, the spider’s legs bent in upon its body; it rolled over and began to twitch horribly, rocking from side to side. … … Moody did not remove his wand, and the spider started to shudder and jerk more violently
|Spider||Moody raised his wand. The spider’s legs relaxed, but it continued to twitch.|
“Reducio,” Moody muttered, and the spider shrank back to its proper size. He put it back into the jar.
|Spider||He put his hand into the glass jar, and almost as though it knew what was coming, the third spider scuttled frantically around the bottom of the jar, trying to evade Moody’s fingers, …|
|Spider||… instantaneously the spider rolled over onto its back, unmarked, but unmistakably dead.|
|Spider||Ron had thrown himself backward and almost toppled off his seat as the spider skidded toward him.|
Moody swept the dead spider off the desk onto the floor.
“Not nice,” he said calmly. “Not pleasant.
|Spider||So that was how his parents had died … exactly like that spider.|
|Spider||If only he knew how to do the Cruciatus Curse … he’d have Snape flat on his back like that spider, jerking and twitching.|
|Fly||He managed to make a fly zoom straight into his hand, though he wasn’t entirely sure that was his prowess at Summoning Charms — perhaps the fly was just stupid.|
|Fly||He was like a fly to her, a fly she was longing to swat; …|
|Beetle||Instead he tried to interest himself in a beetle crawling along the stone reindeer’s back, but the beetle just wasn’t interesting enough to block out Hagrid’s next words.|
|Beetle||Two fat tears leaked out of Hagrid’s beetle-black eyes and fell slowly into his tangled beard.|
|Beetle||“You haff a water beetle in your hair, Herm-own-ninny,” said Krum.|
|Scarab beetle||“There’s something funny, though,” said Hermione ten minutes later, holding her pestle suspended over a bowl of scarab beetles.|
|Beetle||“Don’t be stupid,” Hermione snapped, starting to pound up her beetles again.|
|Scarab beetle||Determined not to look at Snape, Harry resumed the mashing of his scarab beetles, imagining each one to have Snape’s face.|
… (Harry continued to pound his scarab beetles, even though he had already reduced them to a very fine powder) …
… Harry tipped the powdered beetles into his cauldron and started cutting up his ginger roots.
|Sirius||If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.|
|Beetle||An’ there’s no point tryin’ ter steal any, Goyle,” he added, his beetle-black eyes narrowed.|
|Bug, Flea||“Maybe she had you bugged,” said Harry.|
“Bugged?” said Ron blankly. “What … put fleas on her or something?”
|Insect||He could hear an insect humming gently somewhere behind the curtain. His eyelids began to droop. …|
|Bug||“Well, you’re the one who’s supposed to be researching magical methods of bugging!” said Harry.|
|Spider||“Spy … er … spy … er …” said Harry, pacing up and down. “A creature I wouldn’t want to kiss … a spider!”|
|Spider||Harry saw Cedric’s wand fly out of his hand as a gigantic spider stepped into the path and began to bear down upon Cedric.|
|Spider||“Stupefy!” Harry yelled; the spell hit the spider’s gigantic, hairy black body, …|
|Spider||Harry raised his wand as the spider opened its pincers once more and shouted “Expelliarmus!”|
|Spider||The spider keeled over sideways, flattening a nearby hedge, and strewing the path with a tangle of hairy legs.|
|Spider||He could see some sort of thick, gluey secretion from the spider’s pincers on his torn robes.|
|Spider||He stepped over the spider’s tangled legs to join Harry, …|
|Spider||His hands were like large, pale spiders …|
|Beetle||… he leaned back in his chair and surveyed Harry closely through his beetle-black eyes.|
|Bug||“Bugging,” said Hermione happily.|
“But you said they didn’t work —”
“Oh not electronic bugs,” said Hermione.
|Beetle||Inside were a few twigs and leaves and one large, fat beetle.|
|Beetle||“There was a beetle on the statue the night we heard Hagrid telling Madame Maxime about his mum!”|
“Exactly,” said Hermione. “And Viktor pulled a beetle out of my hair after we’d had our conversation by the lake.
|Beetle||Hermione took the glass jar back from Ron and smiled at the beetle, which buzzed angrily against the glass.|
|Beetle||Smiling serenely, Hermione placed the beetle back inside her schoolbag.|
5 Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
|Insect||… what wouldn’t he give to strike now, to jinx Dudley so thoroughly he’d have to crawl home like an insect, struck dumb, sprouting feelers …|
|Fly||“Of course I’m not,” said Harry, shaking his head as though to scare off a fly, …|
|Louse||“Had a good summer sofar?” |
“No, it’s been lousy,” said Harry
|Beetle||Harry had been spraying only a few seconds when a fully grown doxy came soaring out of a fold in the material, shiny beetlelike wings whirring, tiny needle-sharp teeth bared, its fairylike body covered with thick black hair and its four tiny fists clenched with fury.|
|Spider||They found an unpleasant-looking silver instrument, something like a many-legged pair of tweezers, which scuttled up Harry’s arm like a spider when he picked it up, and attempted to puncture his skin;|
|Spider||They moved from the drawing room to a dining room on the ground floor where they found spiders large as saucers lurking in the dresser|
|Midget||“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!”
“Well, they are, they’re titchy. …”
“I know, but you can’t call them midgets. …
|Insect||A thin woman, heavily draped in shawls and glittering with strings of beads, she always reminded Harry of some kind of insect, with her glasses hugely magnifying her eyes.|
|Fly||Harry was again reminded forcibly of a large fly perched unwisely on top of an even larger toad.|
|Beetle||… tiny pixieish creatures made of wood, each with knobbly brown arms and legs, two twiglike fingers at the end of each hand, and a funny, flat, barklike face in which a pair of beetle-brown eyes glittered.|
|Wood louse||“Yes, these are bowtruckles and, as Miss Granger rightly says, they generally live in trees whose wood is of wand quality. Anybody know what they eat?”|
“Wood lice,” said Hermione promptly, …
So if you’d like to gather closer, take a few wood lice and a bowtruckle …
|Bee||When she saw Harry, her prominent eyes seemed to bulge excitedly and she made a beeline straight for him.|
|Fly||“Oh no,” said Umbridge, smiling so widely that she looked as though she had just swallowed a particularly juicy fly. “Oh no, no, no. …|
|Louse||“It was —” Harry began.|
“Completely lousy,” said Ron in a hollow voice, sinking into a chair beside Hermione.
|Louse||“I’m rubbish,” croaked Ron. “I’m lousy. …”|
|Butterfly||He was starting to feel nervous, but he knew his butterflies were as nothing to Ron’s, who was clutching his stomach and staring straight ahead again, his jaw set and his complexion pale gray.|
|Moth||“It’s not my own neck I’m saving,” said Harry tersely, tugging the trunk over a patch of particularly uneven, moth-eaten carpet right in front of the door.|
|Moth||Fuming, Harry dragged his trunk back to the foot of his bed, then threw himself facedown upon the moth-eaten covers, his eyes shut, his body heavy and aching.|
|Wasp||“I am here on Dumbledore’s orders,” said Snape, whose voice, by contrast, was becoming more and more quietly waspish, …|
|Spider||They were long-fingered and white as though they had not seen sunlight for years and looked like large, pale spiders against the dark velvet of the chair.|
|Fly||A greasy-haired teenager sat alone in a dark bedroom, pointing his wand at the ceiling, shooting down flies.|
|Ant||“These are of no more significance than the scurryings of ants to the wide universe, and are unaffected by planetary movements.”|
|Fly||“Well now,” she said finally, setting down her quill and looking like a toad about to swallow a particularly juicy fly. “What would you like to drink?”|
|Spider||Round-shouldered yet angular, he walked in a twitchy manner that recalled a spider, his oily hair swinging about his face.|
|Wasp||… there was a wasp buzzing distractingly against one of the high windows.|
|Beetle||… a winding road on which a single car was beetling its way home through the hills.|
|Insect||They could see the tops of buildings, streams of headlights like luminous insect eyes, squares of pale yellow that were windows.|
|Ant||Harry realized at once that she was right: He could no sooner have picked the exit from the other doors than located an ant upon the jet-black floor.|
|Spider||In spidery writing was written a date of some sixteen years previously, …|
|Beetle||Both fell backward, Neville’s legs waving wildly like an overturned beetle’s, …|
|Dumbledore||Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young …|
6 – Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
|Spider, Fly||Harry had a sudden and vivid mental image of a great swollen spider, spinning a web around it, twitching a thread here and there to bring its large and juicy flies a little closer.|
|Spider||Harry nodded, his eyes fixed resolutely on the spider now climbing Dumbledore’s hat.|
|Spider||“I take my hat off to you — or I would, if I were not afraid of showering you in spiders.|
|Spider||“There are only two people in the whole world who know the full contents of the prophecy made about you and Lord Voldemort, and they are both standing in this smelly, spidery broom shed.”|
|Moth||She flapped her hands at thin air, as though beating off large invisible moths.|
|Grub||“What are they, Hagrid?” asked Harry, trying to sound interested rather than revolted, but putting down his rock cake all the same.|
“Jus’ giant grubs,” said Hagrid.
|Maggot||“Hagrid!” cried Hermione, leaping up, hurrying around the table the long way to avoid the barrel of maggots, and putting an arm around his shaking shoulders. “What is it?”|
|Beetle||“It’s … him …” gulped Hagrid, his beetle-black eyes streaming as he mopped his face with his apron.|
|Spider||.. but this was perhaps the most incomprehensible of all his monster fancies: the gigantic talking spider, Aragog, who dwelled deep in the Forbidden Forest and which he and Ron had only narrowly escaped four years previously.|
|Spider, Grub||After that, the atmosphere lightened considerably, for although neither Harry nor Ron had shown any inclination to go and feed giant grubs to a murderous, gargantuan spider, Hagrid seemed to take it for granted that they would have liked to have done and became his usual self once more.|
|Cockroach||And with a regal wave, he waddled out of the shop, taking as little notice of Ron as though he had been a display of Cockroach Clusters.|
|Wasp||“I expect ‘nothing’s’ in the back getting more firewhisky,” said Hermione waspishly.|
|Maggot||A moment later, Harry had given a loud yell and leapt out of his camp bed; the package contained a large number of maggots.|
|Maggot||“Harry, you’ve got a maggot in your hair,” said Ginny cheerfully, leaning across the table to pick it out; Harry felt goose bumps erupt up his neck that had nothing to do with the maggot.|
|Spider||“You’ve got a good feeling about burying a giant spider?” asked Ron, looking stunned.|
|Spider||“Well, it’s this giant spider, he’s had it for years. … It lived in the forest. … It could talk and everything —”|
|Spider||“The other spiders won’ let me anywhere near their webs now Aragog’s gone. Turns out it was on’y on his orders they didn’ eat me! Can yeh believe that, Harry?”|
|Spider||.. he merely moved to the rear window of Hagrid’s hut, where he saw the rather horrible sight of the enormous dead spider lying on its back outside, its legs curled and tangled.|
|Spider||“Magnificent,” said Slughorn, approaching the spider’s head, where eight milky eyes stared blankly at the sky and two huge, curved pincers shone, motionless, in the moonlight.|
|Spider||Hagrid nodded and moved forward. He heaved the gigantic spider into his arms and, with an enormous grunt, rolled it into the dark pit.|
|Spider||.. the huge pile of earth rose up and then fell, with a muffled sort of crash, onto the dead spider, forming a smooth mound.|
|Mosquito||“There is a spell, do not ask me, I don’t know!” said Slughorn, shaking his head like an old elephant bothered by mosquitoes.|
|Bedbug||“I well remember my first interview with Dumbledore,” went on Professor Trelawney, in throaty tones. “He was deeply impressed, of course, deeply impressed. … I was staying at the Hog’s Head, which I do not advise, incidentally — bedbugs, dear boy — but funds were low.|
|Moth||.. they found Madam Pince standing beside Filch, she in a thick black veil that fell to her knees, he in an ancient black suit and tie reeking of mothballs.|
7 – Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
|Beetle||… leaving a layer of general debris at the bottom – old quills, desiccated beetle eyes, single socks that no longer fitted.|
|Spider||Harry looked around at the stacked shoes and umbrellas, remembering how he used to wake up every morning looking up at the underside of the staircase, which was more often than not adorned with a spider or two.|
|Midge||'That's her,' he said, pointing at Luna, who was still dancing alone, waving her arms around her head like someone attempting to beat off midges.|
|Moth||As evening drew in and moths began to swoop under the canopy, now lit with floating golden lanterns, the revelry became more and more uncontained.|
|Moth||His cloud of white hair made him look rather like an aged dandelion clock, and was topped by a moth-eaten fez.|
|Spider||A fine film of dust covered the pictures on the walls and the bed's headboard: a spider's web stretched between the chandelier and the top of the the large wooden wardrobe and as Harry moved deeper into the room, he heard a scurrying of disturbed mice.|
|Spider||'What's up? If it's massive spiders again, I want breakfast before I -"|
|Spider||'… But you don't give a rat's fart, do you, it's only the Forbidden Forest, Harry I've-Face-Worse Potter doesn't care what happens to her in here, well, I do, all right, giant spiders and mental stuff -'|
|Moth||The odour of old age, of dust, of unwashed clothes and stale food intensified as she unwound a moth-eaten, black shawl, revealing a head of scant white hair through which the scalp showed clearly.|
|Spider||The night wet and windy, two children dressed as pumpkins waddling across the square, and the shop windows covered in paper spiders, all the tawdry Muggle trappings of a world in which they did not believe …|
|Insect||His voice cracked with the strain, and they stood looking at each other in the whiteness and the emptiness, and Harry felt they were insignificant as insects beneath the wide sky.|
|Spider||A large spider sat in the middle of a frosted web in the brambles.|
The spider gave a little shiver, bouncing slightly in the web. Harry tried again. This time the spider grew slightly larger.
Harry had forgotten Ron's hatred of spiders.
'Sorry – reducio.'
The spider did not shrink.
|Insect||Everything was curved to fit the walls: the stove, the sink and the cupboards, and all of it had been painted with flowers, insects and birds in bright primary colours.|
|Hermione||"… you could claim that anything's real if the only basis for believing in it is that nobody's proved it doesn't exist!'|
|Dragonfly||He set it down and returned to the hall, and as he did so, he felt his scar pulse angrily, and there flashed across his mind, swift as the reflection of a dragonfly over water, the outline of a building he knew extremely well.|
|Spider||The spider-like hand swooped and pulled the wand from Dumbledore's grasp, and as he took it, a shower of sparks flew from its tip, sparkling over the corpse of its last owner, ready to serve a new master at last.|
|Spider||The firelight made the grimy lenses of Aberforth's glasses momentarily opaque, a bright, flat white, and Harry remembered the blind eyes of the giant spider, Aragog.|
|Spider||A monstrous spider the size of a small car was trying to climb through the huge hole in the wall: one of Aragog's descendants had joined the fight.|
'It brought friends!' Harry called to the others,
more giant spiders were climbing the side of the building, liberated from the Forbidden Forest into which the Death Eaters must have penetrated.
|Spider||At the same moment, the heavy wooden front doors burst open, and more of the gigantic spiders forced their way into the Entrance Hall.|
|Spider||But he was not halfway to Hagrid when he saw it happen: Hagrid vanished amongst the spiders, and with great scurrying, a foul swarming movement, they retreated under the onslaught of spells, Hagrid buried in their midst.|
Harry heard someone calling his own name, whether friend or foe he did not care: he was sprinting down the front steps into the dark grounds, and the spiders were swarming away with their prey, and he could see nothing of Hagrid at all.
He thought he could make out an enormous arm waving from the midst of the spider swarm, but as he made to chase after them, his way was impeded by a monumental foot, …
|Fly||With a tiny jerk of the head, Snape seemed to flick off an irksome fly.|
|Dumbledore||" … perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it."|
|Dumbledore||" … there are far, far worse things in the living world than dying."|
|Dumbledore||"Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and above all, those who live without love."|
|Cockroach||'Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter – and nobody seems to love you enough to run forwards this time, and take my curse.'|
All the above quotes are from Harry Potter books by J.K. Rowling.