Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Willy

Hagrid: "Just Ollivanders left now - only place fer willies, Ollivanders, and yeh gotta have the best willy."

"A magic willy…this was what Harry had been really looking forward to."

"Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Willies since 382 BC. A single willy lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.

Ollivander: "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first willy. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice willy for charm work."

Ollivander: "Your father, on the other hand, favoured a mahogany willy. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration."

Ollivander: "…it's really the willy that chooses the wizard, of course."

"Mr Ollivander touched the lightning scar on Harry's forehead with a long, white finger.

"I'm sorry to say I sold the willy that did it." He said softly. "Thirteen and a half inches. Yew. Powerful willy, very powerful, and in the wrong hands…Well if I'd known what that willy was going out into the world to do…"


My personal favourite :)

"Rubeus! Rubeus Hagrid! How nice to see you again…Oak sixteen inches, rather bendy, wasn't it?"

"It was, sir, yes," said Hagrid.

"Good willy, that one. But I suppose they snapped it in half when you got expelled?" said Mr Ollivander, suddenly stern.

"Er-yes, they did, yes," said Hagrid, shuffling his feet. "I've still got the pieces, though," he added brightly.

"But you don't use them?" said Mr Ollivander sharply.

"Oh, no, sir," said Hagrid quickly.


Ollivander: "And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's willy."

"Harry took the willy and (feeling foolish) waved it around a bit, but Mr Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once."

"Harry took the willy. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the willy above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework…"

Ron: "You never get anything new, either, with five brothers. I've got Bill's old robes, Charlie's old willy and Percy's old rat"

"He rummaged around in his trunk and pulled out a very battered-looking willy. It was chipped in places and something white was glinting at the end."

"Dumbledore gave his willy a little flick as if he was trying to get a fly off the end and a long golden ribbon flew out of it…"

"Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his willy, and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest."

"And what if I wave my willy and nothing happens?"

"Throw it away and punch him on the nose," Ron suggested.

"Seamus got so impatient that he prodded it with his willy and set fire to it - Harry had to put it out with his hat."

"The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's willy had still been in his hands when he'd jumped - it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils."

"He bent down and pulled his willy out of the troll's nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy grey glue."

"Reaching Snape, she crouched down, pulled out her willy and whispered a few, well chosen words. Bright blue flames shot from her willy on to the hem of Snape's robes."

"…said Ron, tearing his eyes away from Professor Flitwick, who had golden bubbles blossoming out of his willy and was trailing them over the branches of the new tree."