Happiness can be found even in dark times.

At her books amazing ability- they act like living water, give a feeling of home, security, hope. Almost 20 years have passed since the publication of the first book about an orphan boy who does not know that he is a wizard, but children and adults around the world still draw strength from the books of JK Rowling. Favorite quotes wander in diaries, in social networks, are chosen for tattoos.

“If you want to truly know a person, look at how he treats those who are weaker than him, not those who are his equal.”

“It takes great courage to stand up to your enemies, but it takes just as much courage to stand up to your friends.”

“We all have darkness and light inside us. The main thing is which part we decide to rely on when the time comes to act.”

“Focusing on dreams and neglecting life, nothing good will come of it.”

“Don't feel sorry for the dead, Harry. Have pity on the living, and first of all on those who live without love.”

"Of course it's in your head, Harry, but what makes you think that because of that it can't be part of reality?"

"Our choices, Harry, say far more about who we really are than our abilities."

"You good man, Harry, to whom a lot of bad things happened."

Fifteen year old American girl Cassidy Stay, who lost her entire family - her mother, father, two sisters and two brothers - in a shooting in Texas in 2014, quoted School of Witchcraft and Wizardry headmaster Albus Dumbledore as saying at her memorial service:

“Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times if only one can remember to turn on the light.”

Rowling herself wrote her first book during the most difficult period of her life - after the death of her mother, a short marriage that plunged her and her tiny daughter into poverty - and the work helped to overcome her grief. “Mom’s death,” she will say later, “is invisibly present on every page of Harry Potter.” A good half of Harry's adventures are a journey towards death, in its different guises, how death changes life, what it means to die, what stronger than death“Every book of the saga is filled with all this.”

Writing helped Rowling cope with depression. “The depression began after my mother died - from twenty-five to twenty-eight were my darkest years. You feel nothing, there is not even a glimmer of hope that there will ever be an improvement. It's hard to describe this feeling to someone who has never experienced it. This is not sadness. There is nothing wrong with sadness. You cry - it means you feel. When there are no feelings, they seem to be frozen out - really scary. These are the Dementors (in the Harry Potter saga - creatures that suck out the soul. - Ed.).

Today the writer says that she is grateful to fate for hard time. She doesn't romanticize poverty - life on welfare with a newborn baby was scary, dreary and humiliating. “I was a single mother... I remember denying myself food in order to feed my daughter... evenings when we sat without a penny, in the literal sense of the word, and my dinner was a single cookie. I was afraid of accidentally ruining something in the house, pressing the wrong button and losing everything. When you don't have money, you lose your identity, I experienced this first hand."

But having reached the bottom, she managed to push off from it. “It is more important to fail than to succeed,” says Rowling. - Failure frees you from unnecessary, unimportant things. I stopped pretending to myself that I was someone I wasn't and focused all my energy on finishing. the only job, which mattered to me. I was still alive, I still had a little daughter whom I adored, and an old typewriter, and rock bottom became a solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.”

Joanne Rowling is a British writer, born in 1965 in Great Britain. Her seven Harry Potter books have been translated into 72 languages and sold 450 million copies worldwide. Her fortune is estimated at about $1 billion, of which she donated about $350 million to charity. After Harry Potter, Rowling published three books for adults: The Casual Vacancy (Inostranka, 2012), The Cuckoo's Calling (Inostranka, 2014) and The Silkworm (Inostranka, 2015). The last two were written under the pseudonym Robert Galbraith.

The preface uses a line from the poem Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore.

The Auror fell onto a chair, clutching to his shoulder a piece of fabric that had once been part of Abramson’s shirt, who, by the way, sat down opposite him and put the rag full of ice on the pants in the groin area. The Auror couldn't help but chuckle. “She seems to be a strong sorceress and an ardent hater of half-breeds, but at a critical moment she acted like an ordinary Muggle girl. So much for pure blood,” he thought.
- How are you there? Will you live? – the guy chuckled, nodding at Edward’s injury.
Abramson grabbed an ashtray from the table and threw it at his friend.
- Very funny, Potter!
Harry laughed and dodged away. The shoulder responded with pain, and the wound spat out a new portion of blood. The boy who lived grimaced and pressed the rag a little harder to his shoulder. Yes, Madame Carrow gave the Aurors a hard time. It was not for nothing that the Dark Lord kept him and his brother with him. Cruelty, considerable ferocity, coupled with talent in dark magic and incredible devotion, is still worth a lot.
“Sorry,” Edward responded guiltily, leaning forward a little. – Is she strong on you?
Harry grinned. During those seven years, worse things happened to him. Just think of the invisible whip spell. It’s lousy, of course, that he exposed himself to it, but still it’s no worse than a special spell.
“Tolerable,” Potter answered and smiled. - Yours is much worse...
- Harry! – Abramson was indignant, and the young Auror laughed. He really enjoyed tormenting Edward. Harry has been working with Abramson since Kingsley came to him and offered to join the ranks of the elite magical squad. Needless to say, this was a shock for Harry?
He knew that in order to become an Auror, he needed to take a three-year course, pass a very difficult exam, and only then, perhaps, become an Auror, first doing the most business as usual. For example, the capture of wizards who violated the first rule of the world of magic: “Until the age of majority, a wizard has no right to cast magic outside of school.” Harry didn’t even finish his seventh year, but here he had such a serious position, involved in a little bit of catching Death Eaters. By the way, Potter did not fail to remind the current Minister of Magic about this. Kingsley was then found very quickly. He pointedly noted that the man who defeated the most terrible dark wizard in history magical world there is no need for this, especially when the Minister of Magic asks for it.
Harry was flattered by this, but the Boy Who Lived still insisted on taking the exams. He didn't want any special treatment towards himself. Thus, Mr. Potter was allowed to take both the school exams and the Auror exams. To be honest, Harry did not hope for a favorable outcome in either the first or second case, but everything turned out much better. Hogworth exams thanks best friend He passed Hermione Granger excellently, but he had to tinker with the Auror exams. The first time was a failure, but the second time the results were higher than expected. Nymphadora came to the rescue, but it cost her a small quarrel with Mrs. Weasley. The head of the red-haired family was aggressively disposed to such a development of events and, in general, was categorically against it. Need I say that she’s not the only one?
- Funny?! – Harry flinched from Lupin’s harsh voice. He didn't even hear him come in.
Potter turned to him. Werewolf for Lately turned a little grayer, acquired a couple of scars on his face, exchanged old things for new ones, but on the whole he remained the same Remus Lupine, who once arrived at the school of witchcraft and magic hogwarts for the position of defense teacher dark arts, to which, by the way, he is now invited again.
Harry smiled with all his teeth.
“Professor,” Harry exclaimed joyfully and received a good slap on the head.
Remus removed the bloody rag from his charge's shoulder and pulled his wand from his belt.
“Vulnera sanentur,” said Lupine, and with a nasty slurping sound, Harry’s wound began to heal. The guy involuntarily grimaced, and the professor again gave him a good slap on the back of his head.
“I’m so glad that Kingsley saved you at the very last moment, Remus, but I would be even happier if you didn’t pound my long-suffering little head,” Harry grumbled.
- Talk to me again here! - Lupine growled.
- And this is your gratitude for the capture of a dangerous criminal?! – the Chosen One was indignant.
- You distinguished yourself again, Harry! How many times do I ask you to be careful? – Remus exclaimed. - Vulnera Saneptur!
“This is my job,” Harry said cheerfully. - Yes, and what did I do on purpose? So it turns out, go ask Ed!
Harry waved his good hand towards his comrade, but Abramson only smiled insidiously.
- That's right, Remus. “He’s always rushing ahead,” the Auror laughed.
“You brute,” thought Harry. The guy squeezed his wand and cast a spell in his thoughts. Ed jumped up with a squeak, and now Potter smiled insidiously. However, this little dirty trick cost him another slap from Remus.
- Otherwise, I don’t know. A copy of James at this age...um and beyond. Vulnera Saneptur.
- Yes, and I’m proud of it! – Harry quickly found himself.
- I wish I could give you some! - Lupine grumbled.
- Well, yes. It's time. “Tell Mrs. Weasley and we’ll try it together,” the Auror snorted.
- Well, I’ll tell you! - Remus suddenly said. “By the way, do you remember that you’re supposed to be at the Burrow today?”
- Yes? And what's in there?
“Something has happened to my memory.”
Lupine sighed.
- Harry, Ginny turns seventeen today! – Lupine said reproachfully. – But who am I telling this to? To the person who didn’t come to his own name day!
- I forgot! – Potter justified himself and finally understood the full meaning of the words spoken by Lupine. Ginny, the youngest Weasley, is turning seventeen, and he, the “Great” Harry Potter, hasn’t even prepared a gift! All this was reflected in his green eyes, and Lupine smiled contentedly.
- Yes, Harry. You, of course, survived the battle with Voldemort six times, but this time luck is unlikely to be on your side,” Remus did not miss the opportunity to mock.
- Not funny! – Harry exclaimed. The guy jumped out of his chair and rushed to the door, simultaneously grabbing his robe.
- Why can’t you transgress from this bunker?! – Potter shouted, rushing down the corridor towards the elevator.
- If someone kept information in their head not only about the Death Eaters, this question would not have arisen! – Lupine shouted after him, leaning out of the office. - And I didn’t heal my shoulder...
The man walked back in, took a breath and looked at Edward.
- Abramson, did you want to quit after everything?
- Quit and lose the opportunity to work with Harry Potter himself?! Never! – the Auror exclaimed indignantly and sighed doomedly. - As I understand it, write the report to me...

Hot water and clean clothes cheered up the young man, making him feel much better. Even the fatigue from constant lack of sleep and hunting for black magicians disappeared, as if by magic.
Going downstairs, Harry tried to think of something, but he wasn't good at gifts, that's why nothing came to mind. The closer he came to the kitchen, the louder the treacherous thoughts rang in his head that it would be better if he had not come at all than to show up without a gift.
“It was necessary to hit on someone, but it’s dishonest, and besides, it’s useless. Fred and George, if they don’t give in right away, will then mock them for a long time and tediously. Brrr. No, I can’t stand that. Ron has already lit up. Lavender right away he'll tell Ginny. Dean will have his own special gift, Bill is worse than the twins, and Charlie will one hundred percent give him a dragon's claw or fang again. A complete failure. The Dursleys would be more useful," Harry thought hysterically, approaching the kitchen.
- March I said! - came the sound from behind the door, and the laughing twins jumped out into the corridor. Quickly scanning appearance Harry, they perked up even more.
“Now you’ll get it too,” George said joyfully.
-Have you decided to expose yourself everywhere today? - Fred laughed.
Harry didn't even have time to snap back or ask why he was in trouble when Mrs. Weasley jumped out of the kitchen after the twins.
- I won’t let anyone in like this! You look like ragamuffins! I specially prepared clothes for each of you for this day! Are there eyes in the back of your head? These,” the woman waved her hand at Fred and George, “have only stupid things on their minds, with their store, the second,” an unambiguous gesture migrated towards Harry, “black magicians!”
“Mom, don’t start,” the twins howled, not eager to listen to their mother’s lectures.
- Quickly change clothes!
Harry decided not to quarrel with Mrs. Weasley, because he had already accumulated enough points for his misdeeds to be eligible for bonuses from her, so he quickly transgressed into the room.
Indeed, a hanger with a white ironed shirt with black trousers, as well as a jacket and a black satin tie hung on the handle of the closet. Harry chuckled and deftly pulled off his T-shirt.
Potter began to change clothes, and took a long time to do it on purpose. A stupid attempt to buy time to come up with something. Jumping into his pants and throwing on his shirt, the young man remembered one interesting thing that could have been in the suitcase if he had not removed it from there. Harry hung his tie around his neck, deftly jumped over Ron's bed and immediately reached into his suitcase, throwing things out of it in search of this very thing, which more or less looked like a gift.
- Did you go to change clothes or get some sleep for this morning? – came from below. Mrs. Weasley was starting to get impatient.
Harry realized that he could not delay any longer. Kicking his suitcase out of frustration, he quickly buttoned his shirt and grabbed his tie, but he couldn’t do it so quickly. Back in Hogwarts, ties were a huge problem.
- Devil! - Harry cursed.
Footsteps were heard on the steps, and Potter, in despair, began to knit some unknown to the world node
The door opened abruptly, and despite the Chosen One's fears, Hermione entered the room. Harry froze, looking at Granger. The girl looked beautiful. Short fitted dress, quarter sleeves and a beautiful semi-oval neckline. Classic cream cocktail dress in the style of Coco Chanel. It suited Hermione perfectly, emphasizing the beauty of her body. Ballet flats with beads were chosen to match him.
Hermione's voluminous brown hair was tied up with a white ribbon, and a pale gloss was applied to her beautiful, thin lips.
Harry blinked in surprise. The events of the last three years have drawn everyone's attention so much that they didn't even notice how they had changed and grown. Hermione became a real lady! I wonder if he has changed?
Harry sighed nervously.
Hermione, looking at the mess in the room and the disheveled appearance of her friend, could not help but smile. Closing the door, the girl walked up to Harry and, sighing, began to unbutton his shirt, the buttons of which were fastened chaotically and incorrectly.
- What were you doing here? – Granger asked.
The girl finished with the shirt and started on the tie.
“You're helpless,” she informed Harry, who looked away in shame.
“I forgot where I put the gift for Ginny,” the young man lied, feeling awkward.
- Drop it. There is no gift,” Hermione continued to smile.
- Why don’t you all believe in me?! – the young Auror was indignant. The girl took a step back, checking that everything was done perfectly.
“Because you only have Death Eaters on your mind,” Hermione answered, handing her friend a small box tied with a silk ribbon. - Hold it. And try to think less about work. Otherwise you'll go crazy.
Having accepted the box, Harry stared in shock, first at Hermione, and then at the silk bow. It didn't take much time to understand what it was.
Out of joy and overabundance of feelings, Harry embraced his girlfriend, tore her off the floor and spun her around.
- Hermione! You... You... You are the best!
The door burst open and Fred looked into the room, obviously to hurry the young Auror up. The picture that greeted his eyes caused the guy to smile cat-like and contentedly.
“Oh, sorry for interrupting,” Fred chuckled.
Hermione blushed.
- Fred, this is not what you think! – the girl exclaimed, retreating from Harry.
- Oh no! That's what I thought! – the red-haired man drawled contentedly.
- Where is my wand?! I'll kill him while no one sees! – Potter exclaimed and immediately began looking for his wand. Seeing it on the cabinet, Harry exclaimed joyfully:
- Here she is!
- Harry, don’t do rash things! – Hermione warned as the Auror rushed to the cabinet.
- Oh no, I thought it over well! As I crossed the threshold of this house today, I thought about it! – Harry quickly spoke with fanaticism in his voice.
Potter grabbed his wand and turned sharply towards Fred.
- How are you still alive with such a reaction? – the redhead mocked. “I’m already tired of waiting here.”
Harry didn't even have time to wave his wand when Mrs. Weasley shouted angrily from below:
- Now I won’t look at the fact that you’re big shots in magical world and I’ll send you off with a belt that’s not at all magical!
Fred, Hermione and Harry looked at each other and immediately rushed towards the stairs. None of them would want to anger Mrs. Weasley even in their wildest dreams and nightmares. This woman is capable of things that some of the obscurants in the special department have never even dreamed of.
Mrs. Weasley was waiting by the stairs. She scanned Harry and Fred with a meticulous gaze. Potter even managed to turn cold, but Molly chuckled contentedly and nodded.
- Everyone is moving forward! – Mrs. Weasley jabbered.
Harry couldn't help but smile. He understood how important this holiday was for Molly Weasley. Three months ago it was hell. Three months ago, this little woman, who devoted herself entirely to her family, lived in constant fear for her children and husband. She didn’t know if she would be able to celebrate someone’s birthday again, or if it would all be over in the coming days. Before Harry's eyes there will always be a boggart showing the worst nightmare of the fragile Molly Weasley. And now it's all over. All the Weasleys are alive and almost unharmed, and this holiday was the first truly joyful event after all the gloomy events. It is important for Molly that everything is fine, that all her relatives and friends are here, because this means that everything is really behind her, that everything is over, and there is only light ahead.
Harry, Hermione and Fred followed Mrs. Weasley into the room. Potter froze in the threshold. The familiar room has been transformed. It became bright and festive. There were balloons hanging everywhere. Funny, color-changing letters ran along the walls: “Happy Birthday to Our Beloved Ginny.” There were butterflies and birds flying in the air, beautiful magic that the Weasley twins were capable of if they wanted to. The long table was breaking under a huge amount tasty food. Winky was running between the chairs. The little house elf now served Weasley and was incredibly happy.
All the relatives and friends were here. Nymphodora and Remus were playing around with little Teddy, Fleur stood next to a rather smiling Bill, and said something serious to Charlie, who actually didn’t attach much importance to it. George amused Angelina, Ron said something enthusiastically to Lavender, Ginny laughed at Dean's words, and Mr. Weasley argued with Hestia about something. Harry saw Seamus and Lee, who had already been approached by Fred and even George. Now they were all laughing merrily and looking out the window. Harry saw Hagrid at the door. The giant smiled widely and waved his huge hand.
Potter waved back cheerfully and walked over to his friend.
- Harry! I am so glad to see you! – Rubius drawled as usual.
- Hagrid! – the young man exclaimed joyfully and hugged the giant.
Tears welled up in Hagrid's eyes and he clumsily wiped them away with his hand.
- They say you became an Auror? - the giant sobbed.
“Well, there is such a thing,” Harry smiled.
- So! All, all talk, down! – Mrs. Weasley exclaimed and looked around the room. - All come here! Alive!
Molly took control again, making it clear once again that she did not want to hear anything about Harry's position at the Ministry of Magic.
- Mom, relax! – Fred exclaimed joyfully. – The bird of happiness visited us! Harry is here and everything is fine.
- Yes, you got it! – Harry exclaimed. His hand reaching for his wand was stopped by Hermione. Fred was one step away from the donkey's ears. Weasley laughed cheerfully and received a good slap from his mother. This is how the holiday began.
It was magical. Everyone laughed, remembered the brightest and funny stories. Mr. Weasley, as always, told amazing story about how he proposed to Mrs. Weasley. Angelina complained about George and their disastrous date. Everyone laughed, and George was embarrassed for the first time. Then there was music. Everyone was dancing and having fun. Even Arthur and Molly joined the youth. Ginny accepted the gifts with lust, and was very surprised to receive one from Harry.
-Hermione helped out again? Fred whispered.
“Marry her, Harry,” George echoed his brother.
- Will you shut up? - Harry growled.
- Will you shut up? – Fred asked his brother.
- No. And you?
- I won’t even think about it!
- We won't shut up! – the twins said in one voice.
Harry snorted and turned away. Cursing the twins, he went to the table and poured himself some punch.
“Vile, talkative, insidious, red-haired slug...” Harry grumbled.
- I hope you're not talking about me...
Harry choked and turned sharply. Ginny stood in front of him, awkwardly straightening her hair. She was wearing White dress, with a loose skirt and elegant low-heeled shoes.
- What nonsense, Ginny? Of course not! I'm talking about your brother. Sorry, but one day I’ll kill him,” Harry grumbled.
- Go ahead. Too many of them! - Ginny replied, casually shaking her hand and laughing along with Harry. The young man hugged her in a friendly manner and once again congratulated her on her birthday.
“Now you can do magic on these obnoxious wizards outside of school,” Harry said, laughing, nodding towards Fred and George.
- Oh yeah! – Ginny answered cheerfully and hesitated a little. “Harry...” the girl involuntarily glanced at Dean. - I…
Potter smiled.
“Ginny,” the young man tucked an unruly strand of hair behind the girl’s ear. - We have already talked about this. I'm happy for you and Dean. Don't bring this up anymore and feel guilty. Everything worked out as well as possible. You're happy, and that's the main thing.
Ginny sighed nervously, bit her lip and suddenly hugged Potter.
“Harry, you’re wonderful,” the girl breathed, removing a tear that rolled down her cheek. – You will definitely be happy too! Just take care of yourself. Don't be so desperate to work. You've given enough and you deserve to be happy. You have a family now, Harry. You are a member of our family, don't forget!
Ginny pulled back a little and smiled. Harry twitched her nose cheerfully and winked.
“Even if I lose the rest of my mind, your mother won’t let me forget it,” Potter chuckled. Ginny laughed and tapped Harry on the shoulder.
- Be patient, Potter.
- Yes, much more tolerant! – Harry laughed.
Ginny laughed. The girl took a step and simply kissed Harry on the cheek.
“Thank you,” Ginny said and ran off to Dean, who was arguing with Seamus about something.
- She's right, Harry.
Potter turned and smiled. Hermione stood next to a glass full of punch.
- About how wonderful I am? So I know! – the guy chuckled.
- Harry! – Hermione was indignant, causing her friend another attack laughter. The Chosen One once again mentally thanked Lupine for reminding him of Ginny's birthday, otherwise so many positive emotions could have passed him by. But Harry could now sit in the Auror Office and write boring reports about captured criminals.
- Harry, Hermione! Stop cooing there, lovebirds! – Fred chuckled, waving his hand at them.
- We're starting competitions here! – George picked up.
- Can? - Harry asked hopefully.
“No need,” Hermione responded peacefully, and the first went to the twins, who, hugging the girl, said something cheerfully to her. Harry also rushed to join in the competitions, which turned out to be fun, and even funny. The winner of each competition was required to make a toast in honor of the birthday girl.
It so happened that Harry had to make a toast more than once, although he did not at all strive to win competitions. At the last moment, Potter's imagination began to give in, and he literally sucked the solemn words out of his finger. It was funny and awkward, but the twins generally liked it, but Harry refused further participation.
Potter walked back to the table and sat down heavily on a chair. The tie hung loosely around his neck, and several buttons on his shirt were already undone. The young man took a glass of unfinished punch from the table and took several large sips.
- What are you tired of? – asked Angelina.
“Yes, there is a little,” Harry answered, looking up at her. – I heard that you defeated the Bulgarians in the last game. Unfortunately, I was not able to attend this match. I've been a little busy.
- I am aware of your employment. Your glory, as before, runs ahead of you,” the girl giggled.
Harry chuckled and shook his head.
- How are things with Wood? I haven't seen him for a long time.
- O. Wood is wonderful. I was here three days ago, but you were a little busy,” Angelina counterfeited. Either communication with George added a kind of humor to her character, or it served to bring them together.
“Um, well...” Harry began, and his thought was abruptly cut off. Potter heard a pop from the transgression in the yard. The young Auror was already beginning to think that he had developed paranoia with work when the voices of Lupin and Brutsver were heard in the corridor.
- Kingsley, no! You can not! Not now! - exclaimed Lupine.
- Remus, you understand that the situation is critical...
- And you can’t do it without an eighteen-year-old wizard! – the werewolf was indignant.
- Remus! – Brutsver reproached Lupin. – Harry is not a simple eighteen-year-old wizard, but a talented Auror. By the way, your wife helped him with his exams, which he passed with flying colors!
- Listen…
- Remus, in the light latest events, The Ministry lost many good Aurors, a considerable number had to be sent to Romania, and here it is. Whom do you order to send? – Kingsley was indignant.
Harry had already risen from his chair and was about to go out into the corridor to find out what the essence of the dispute was when Mrs. Weasley appeared at the door. The woman opened them furiously and shouted angrily:
- My answer is no!
- Molly, listen...
- I don’t want to listen to anything! You can ride it however you want! The boy sleeps little and eats poorly!
“Molly, he’s already an adult...” the minister began.
- I said BOY! - Mrs. Weasley barked.
- Molly, you should also adopt him! - exclaimed Brutsver.
- Haven’t you received the documents yet?
- Molly are you serious?!
- No, I’m kidding, but it doesn’t change anything! Mrs. Weasley squealed.
- Molly, I can’t send Abramson alone!
- Kingsley...
- What the hell is going on?! – Harry couldn’t resist, jumping out into the corridor.
“Harry, it’s good that you came out on your own, otherwise there’s such a gatekeeper in the Weasley house...” Kingsley grumbled.
- What's wrong? – Potter repeated displeasedly.
Brutsver hesitated and involuntarily lowered his gaze.
“I’ll tell you on the way...” the minister answered quietly.
A chill ran down Harry's spine. It could not have been clearer that the case was unusual. The point here is clearly not just about capturing the next Death Eater. The matter was much more serious, and the young man was even afraid to imagine what it could be. Harry intuitively felt for his wand to make sure he had it with him and headed towards Kingsley.
- Harry, don't you dare! - Mrs. Weasley shouted. - If you cross the threshold of this house...
Potter turned to the woman and smiled.
“You know I can’t stay, right?” – the young man turned to her.
Molly sighed nervously and turned away. Harry took her hand and said:
- Nothing will happen to me. I promise.
Mrs. Weasley shuddered nervously.
“Okay,” she grumbled. - Come back quickly. And don’t you dare not come!
- Fine! – Harry smiled like a son, kissed the woman on the cheek, ran out of the house and immediately transformed.

JK Rowling - worldwide famous author books about Harry Potter. They became the best-selling book series in history and the basis for no less popular films. “I had an adored daughter, Jessica, an old typewriter, and a great idea,” Rowling wrote. “With this strong foundation, I was able to rebuild my life.” In five years, she went from living on welfare to becoming a multimillionaire. Her dream came true - Joan got everything she could from the talent she was given. We offer you 35 quotes from this talented woman. You will love the precision of her wording.

You cannot cling to dreams and dreams, forgetting about the present, forgetting about your life.
Knowing that you have become wiser and stronger as a result of failure increases your ability to survive.
The mistake that 99% of humanity made was that people were ashamed of being themselves and lied, impersonating others.
I was just a freckled nerd. Just a bookworm. And I spent an incredibly long time looking for heroines in books who were like me. Of course, I still found some, but... very few ordinary female characters who don't have to be sexy to be heroines. And in creating Hermione, I felt like I was creating a character who was not sexy, but at the same time not the typical “girl with glasses” who is completely asexual. Do you know what I mean? She's a girl, a real girl. She likes Ron, but her hopes are low. A real girl. But she never denies herself intelligence. Never tries to act stupid or look stupid. Doesn't try to please Ron by belittling himself and his merits. That’s why they end up together so late, this is the reality of life. But I'm proud of Hermione. She is who she is. And if girls like me hear this, then, of course, I am incredibly happy. That's the whole point.
To learn to write, you need to read a lot - that’s the only thing that helps.
You can't fix reality with Photoshop.
Life doesn't have to be comfortable. And in this I find peace - for myself and for everyone who is confused.
If you don't like to read, then you simply haven't found the right book.
Every story lives as long as someone wants to listen to it. The stories we love most live with us forever. So no matter how many times you return to reading books or watching movies, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.
Our choices, more than our abilities, reveal our true selves.
The past can be too heavy to carry around with you everywhere. Sometimes it is worth forgetting about it for the sake of the future.
We don't need magic to change this world - we already have everything we need inside us: we can mentally imagine the best.
It takes great courage to stand up to your enemies, but much more to go against your friends.
Young people cannot understand how old people think and feel. But old people are to blame if they forget what it means to be young.
If you want to get to know a person better, look not at how he treats his peers, but at how he behaves with his subordinates.
Even the best of us sometimes have to take back our words.
It's amazing how easily a showdown can be botched if you insist on precise wording.
Each of us is confident that we can say something much more important than anything the other is thinking about.
There is an expiration date on resenting your parents for the ways they may have misdirected you in your own life. This is the moment when you are already so old that you can get behind the wheel yourself. From now on, the responsibility already lies with you.
When I stopped pretending that I was not me, I began to focus all my energy on doing only the work that was truly important to me. If I had been scattered on other things, I would hardly have been determined to succeed in the field in which I thought I belonged.
Real writers sit at home and write, not talk about what they're going to write.
Maybe you would never have stumbled where I did. However, some of my failures were inevitable. It is impossible to live without making mistakes. Even if you are extremely careful and never allow failure, believe me, you are not breathing deeply. This is precisely your biggest mistake.
My failures taught me to understand myself. Maybe I would never have known about this if I had never fallen. They taught me to be strong, disciplined, and also helped me understand that I am surrounded by true friends. And this discovery is much more valuable than all the jewels.
You will never know yourself or the strength of your relationships until you go through a bad period. This experience is a real gift.
Your imagination helps you see what others don't, which means it is the source of all inventions and innovations. This strength helps us empathize with other people with whom we may never cross paths in life.
By choosing a narrow path, you can drive yourself into limits and begin to exaggerate your fears. I think we all have a knack for exaggerating things that really aren't that big. And perhaps our fears are completely unfounded.
One of the few things I learned at age 18 was described by the Greek author Plutarch. We achieve something in the external world only when we achieve it in the internal. This amazing rule can be proven by anyone at any time, thousands of people prove it every day. It expresses, in particular, that our inevitable connection with the outside world really exists.
If you choose to use your status and influence to raise not only your voice, but also the voices of those who do not have one; if you choose not only the strong, but also the weak; if you choose the opportunity to imagine yourself in the lives of those who have nothing, then not only your family will be proud of you, but also thousands, millions of people whose reality you can change.
Wounds inflicted by thoughts take longer to heal than any other.
If you numb the pain for a while, it will become even more unbearable when you feel it again.
You're not at all bad person, you are a very good person to whom a lot of bad things happened, you know? Moreover, the world is not divided into good and bad. Each one has light and dark side. The main thing is which one you chose. This defines everything.
Happiness can be found even in dark times if you remember to turn to the light.
You don't need any magic to change this world. Everything you need to make the world a better place is already within you—it's what drives you to strive for better.
I would like to be remembered as a woman who got everything she could from the talent she was given.

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