Best Quotes from Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows by J.K. Rowling with Page Numbers

I shall attend to the boy in person. There have been too many mistakes where Harry Potter is concerned.

I must be the one to kill Harry Potter, and I shall be.

I have been careless, and so have been thwarted by luck and chance, those wreckers of all but the best-laid plans.

I understand better now.

Many of our oldest family trees become a little diseased over time... You must prune yours, must you not, to keep it healthy?

...and in your family, so in the world … we shall cut away the cancer that infects us until only those of the true blood remain.

The dwindling of the purebloods is, says Professor Burbage, a most desirable circumstance …

...not content with corrupting and polluting the minds of Wizarding children...

It was stupid, pointless, irritating beyond belief that he still had four days left of being unable to perform magic…but he had to admit to himself that this jagged cut in his finger would have defeated him.

Harry had spent the morning completely emptying his school trunk for the first time since he had packed it six years ago.

He recognized it at once. It was a two-inch-long fragment of the enchanted mirror that his dead godfather, Sirius, had given him.

Harry laid it aside and felt cautiously around the trunk for the rest, but nothing more remained of his godfather’s last gift except powdered glass, which clung to the deepest layer of debris like glittering grit.

He wondered what his aunt and uncle would do with them; burn them in the dead of night, probably, as if they were evidence of some dreadful crime.

The locket was accorded this place of honor not because it was valuable – in all usual senses it was worthless – but because of what it had cost to attain it.

Dumbledore’s future career seemed likely to be meteoric, and the only question that remained was when he would become Minister of Magic.

He could find something to value in anyone, however apparently insignificant or wretched, and I believe that his early losses endowed him with great humanity and sympathy.

He died as he lived: working always for the greater good and, to his last hour, as willing to stretch out a hand to a small boy with dragon pox as he was on the day I met him.

Never once had he imagined Dumbledore’s childhood or youth; it was as though he had sprung into being as Harry had known him.

"You claim, that this Lord Thing –"

" – Voldemort," said Harry impatiently, "and we’ve been through this about a hundred times already. This isn’t a claim, it’s fact."

"Don’t you understand?" shouted Harry. "They will torture and kill you like they did my parents!"

"For the first time in your life, you’re talking sense."

"Dudley, for the first time in your life, you’re talking sense."

"Well, he’s taken," said Harry. "But Hestia Jones and Dedalus Diggle are more than up to the job."

"I hope so," said Harry, "because once I’m seventeen, all of them – Death Eaters, elementors, maybe even Inferi – will be able to find you and will certainly attack you."

"You saved my life,"

You’ll be going to Tonks’s parents.

We have to abandon Plan A.

What he’s really done is to stop you getting out of here safely.

Even You-Know-Who can’t split himself into seven.

It’s not a problem, just keep flying!

Our only chance is to use decoys.

All right, all right, we’ll have time for a cozy catch-up later.

I’m sorry you couldn’t be there, Harry, it was very quiet.

Good luck, everyone.

I think we’ve lost ‘em Harry, I think we’ve done it!

"We’ve got to trust each other. I trust all of you, I don’t think anyone in this room would ever sell me to Voldemort."

"I’m holy. Holey, Fred, geddit?"

"Never mind, she had a great old life – " Hagrid said gruffly.

"It wasn’t me," said Harry flatly. "It was my wand. My wand acted of its own accord."

"Of course you couldn’t have done anything," said Lupin.

"Mad-Eye would have regarded it as the height of dishonor to mistrust his friends."

"So Mundungus disappeared?" said Lupin, who had drained his own glass in one.

"The whole point of tonight was to get you here safely, and thank goodness it worked."

"You mean that you did magic without meaning to; you reacted instinctively."

"I can’t stay here."

‘C-constant vigilance,’ said Hermione, mopping her eyes.

‘We’re coming with you. That was decided months ago – years, really.’

‘It’s got to be me.’

‘I know that you are not afraid...’

‘The measure they had taken to protect their families made him realize... that they really were going to come with him.’

‘You have been so much trouble...’

‘But even if we wreck the thing it lives in, why can’t the bit of soul in it just go and live in something else?’

‘If I don’t – well, I think I’ve cast a good enough charm to keep them safe and happy.’

‘The pain of it can destroy you. I can't see Voldemort attempting it somehow, can you?’

‘You’re in trouble if you get too fond of or dependent on the Horcrux.’

"Happy birthday, Harry!"

"To remember the rewards of perseverance and skill."

"It was traditional to give a wizard a watch when he comes of age."

"I’d like you to have something to remember me by..."

"I’m not messing her around."

"People are dying – I was nearly one of them – Voldemort chased me across three countries..."

"It’s time you learned some respect!"

"You may wear that scar like a crown...."

"He couldn’t tell us in the will why he was leaving us these things..."

"...the sword of Godric Gryffindor is an important historical artifact..."

"To be a part of that family, to be loved, to be rooted in something, that’s what the Weasleys have to offer."

"How few wizards realize just how much we can learn from the wise little gnomes."

"You look smart. I told Daddy most people would probably wear dress robes, but he believes you ought to wear sun colors to a wedding, for luck, you know."

"You should feel any burgeoning talent today – perhaps an unexpected urge to sing opera or to declaims in Mermish – do not repress it!"

"I saw the obituary you wrote for the Daily Prophet," said Harry. "I didn’t realize you knew Professor Dumbledore so well."

"Let nothing tarnish your memories of Albus Dumbledore!"

"What is beautiful about a wedding is the coming together of two people who love each other despite what's happening in the world."

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind."

"Albus was heartbroken – his heart wasn’t the only thing."

"There’s no need to look like a pair of stuffed frogs!"

It’s you they’re after, Harry, and we’ll just put everyone in even more danger by going back.

I told you at the Burrow, I’ve had the essentials packed for days, you know, in case we needed to make a quick getaway.

You’re amazing, you are.

It’s better like that, it’ll throw them off the scent.

We need a safe place to hide.

If I’ve still got the Trace on me, we’ll have whole crowds of them on us wherever else we go.

Don’t you think they might wonder what’s happened if they wake up and find themselves in a place that looks like it’s just been bombed?

That could’ve happened as the Order left.

What else? Didn’t you see anything? Was he cursing someone?

Your scar, again? But what’s going on? I thought that connection had closed!

"I want to know the truth…"

"Master Regulus had proper order; he knew what was due to the name of Black and the dignity of his pure blood."

"How can you let these people tarnish your memories of Dumbledore?"

"The house-elf’s highest law is his Master’s bidding."

"Even Ron, who was no fan of Kreacher’s, looked troubled."

"Kreacher, I want you, please, to go and find Mundungus Fletcher. We need to find out where the locket... it’s really important. We want to finish the work Master Regulus started, we want to – er – ensure that he didn’t die in vain."

"I’ve said all along that wizards would pay for how they treat house-elves."

"You did what you were told, didn’t you?"

"Harry, he doesn’t think like that. He’s a slave; house-elves are used to bad, even brutal treatment; what Voldemort did to Kreacher wasn’t that far out of the common way."

"It seems incredible that Dumbledore – what?"

"You’ve done really well, Kreacher."

"I can’t, Remus, I’m sorry. If Dumbledore didn’t tell you I don’t think I can."

"I feel sickened and angry."

"At this moment, excited eleven-year-olds would be poring over stacks of newly purchased spell-books, unaware that they would never see Hogwarts, perhaps never see their families again either."

"You don’t understand," said Lupin at last.

"This is not about a desire for – for danger or personal glory – how dare you suggest such a –"

"How could any child be ashamed of you?"

"If the new regime thinks Muggle-borns are bad, what will they do to a half-werewolf whose father’s in the Order?"

"Parents shouldn’t leave their kids unless – unless they’ve got to."

"Everything is fine, thank you," said Lupin pointedly.

“It’s time to act.”

“This is my choice, nobody else’s.”

“You know everything important … We know roughly where Umbridge’s office is.”

“The longer we put it off, the farther away that locket could be.”

“We’ve been over and over this, I mean, what’s the point of all these reconnaissance trips if you aren’t even bothering to tell us …”

“Perhaps you’d better take the day off!”

“Well, if all three of us go we’ll have to Disapparate separately.”

“Harry, please don’t insult our intelligence. We know your scar hurt downstairs, and you’re white as a sheet.”

“Dumbledore wanted you to use Occlumency! HE thought the connection was dangerous.”

“Forget Dumbledore.”

"Take him away," said Umbridge.

"Next – Mary Cattermole," called Umbridge.

"I’m behind you," he whispered into Hermione’s ear.

"I’ve had a change of heart. Diffindo!"

"Go home, grab your children, and get out, get out of the country if you’ve got to."

"Patronuses," said Harry, pointing his wand at his own.

"Expecto patronum!" said Hermione. Nothing happened.

"C’mon," said Harry, and he led Hermione and Mrs. Cattermole to the door.

"It’s been decided that you should all go home and go into hiding with your families," Harry told the waiting Muggle-born.

"Harry!" squeaked Hermione. "What are we going to –?"

"Don’t be stupid, it wasn’t your fault! If anything, it was mine…."

"I can’t guarantee it will keep out Vol –"

"Let’s stay here for now."

"I think we should take it in turns to keep watch outside the tent."

"Curiously, it had not taken heat from his body, but lay so cold against his skin it might just have emerged from icy water."

"Harry found the hot drink as welcome as the firewhisky had been on the night that Mad-Eye had died; it seemed to burn away a little of the fear fluttering in his chest."

"He wanted something from Gregorovitch, he asked him to hand it over, but Gregorovitch said it had been stolen from him… and then… then…"

"What if the Death Eaters tortured the elf? Sick images swarmed into Harry’s head and he tried to push these away too..."

"‘Yeah, but maybe he doesn’t know that.’"

"There were other Horcruxes out there somewhere, but he did not have the faintest idea where they could be."

"It was not much, but Harry felt that Mad-Eye would have much preferred this to being stuck on Dolores Umbridge’s door."

"This is a wizards’ war."

"Better?" asked Hermione.

"We can just keep it in the tent."

"If we lose it, if it gets stolen – ”

"That’s convenient."

"You two carry on. Don’t let me spoil your fun."

"You think I haven’t noticed the two of you whispering behind my back?"

"Leave the Horcrux," Harry said.

"Well, you’ve obviously got a problem," said Harry. "Spit it out, will you?"

‘Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.’

‘The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.’

‘Isn’t that a Death Eater idea? Why is that there?’

‘It means… you know… living beyond death. Living after death.’

‘He might even have had brothers and sisters… It would have been his mother who had made his seventeenth birthday cake.’

‘I can't think of anywhere else it could be either. It’ll be dangerous, but the more I think about it, the more likely it seems it’s there.’

‘You want to go to Godric’s Hollow. I agree. I think we should.’

‘He had never imagined that there would be a statue…. How strange it was to see himself represented in stone.’

‘But they were not living… they were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents’ moldering remains lay beneath snow and stone.’

‘I could not help thinking that he and Dumbledore both had deep roots in this graveyard.’

Maybe you can't rebuild it? Maybe it's like the injuries from Dark Magic and you can't repair the damage?

It’s brilliant. I’m glad they did.

Good luck, Harry, wherever you are.

If you read this, Harry, we’re all behind you!

Long live Harry Potter.

I think she wants me to go upstairs with her.

It wasn’t supposed to kill me, just keep me there till You-Know-Who came.

Harry, I’m not sure about this.

Listen, I should have told you, I knew she wasn’t all there.

Lumos.

Simply to be alive to watch the sun rise over the sparkling snowy hillside ought to have been the greatest treasure on earth.

The wand is only as good as the wizard.

I’d be dead if you hadn’t been there to help me.

It was necessary to go farther back to make sense of it all.

We must stress this point, it will be the foundation stone upon which we build.

We seize control FOR THE GREATER GOOD.

How much more could he lose?

He loved you. I know he loved you.

This isn’t love, the mess he’s left me in.

He had trusted Dumbledore, believed him the embodiment of goodness and wisdom. All was ashes.

That afternoon fresh flakes drifted down upon them, so that even their sheltered clearing had a fresh dusting of powdery snow.

A bright silver light appeared right ahead of him, moving through the trees.

He felt that he had been waiting for her to come, but that he had forgotten, until this moment, that they had arranged to meet.

But instinct, overwhelming instinct, told him that this was not Dark Magic.

If he was honest with himself, he had thought it might come to this from the moment he had spotted the sword through the ice.

Harry knew what he had to do.

It was like a malediction, and Harry could not blame Ron for retreating several steps.

She’s like my sister, I love her like a sister and I reckon that she feels the same way about me.

It was gloriously warm after the pool and the forest.

You’ve sort of made up for it tonight, said Harry.

“Sometimes I’ve thought, when I’ve been a bit hacked off, he was having a laugh or – or he just wanted to make it more difficult, But I don’t think so, not anymore.”

“He must’ve known I’d run out on you.”

“No, he must’ve known you’d always want to come back.”

“You only agreed to try and get back in her good books.”

“All’s fair in love and war.”

“I’m sure this is important, Harry!”

“Maybe… maybe it’s something you need to find out for yourself.”

“A symbol that links Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Godric’s Hollow? Harry, I’m sure we ought to know about this!”

“I think we should vote on it.”

“You’d better take off the Invisibility Cloak, Harry; it’s you Mr. Lovegood wants to help, not us.”

‘In time, the brothers reached a river too deep to wade through and too dangerous to swim across.’

‘But Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers upon their magic, and said that each had earned a prize for having been clever enough to evade him.’

‘The second brother, who was an arrogant man, decided that he wanted to humiliate Death still further, and asked for the power to recall others from Death.’

‘Yet she was sad and cold, separated from him as by a veil. Though she had returned to the mortal world, she did not truly belong there and suffered.’

‘And then Death asked the third and youngest brother what he would like. The youngest brother was the humblest and also the wisest of the brothers, and he did not trust Death.’

‘And Death, most unwillingly, handed over his own Cloak of Invisibility.’

‘But though Death searched for the third brother for many years, he was never able to find him.’

‘And the he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life.’

‘Those of us who understand these matters, however, recognize that the ancient story refers to three objects, or Hallows, which, if united, will make the possessor master of Death.’

‘A true Cloak of Invisibility, Miss Granger! I mean to say, it is not a traveling cloak imbued with a Disillusionment Charm.’

"You’re a genius, a total genius. I can’t believe we got out of that."

"We have to find and destroy the Horcruxes!"

"She’s tough, Luna, much tougher than you’d think."

"The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death…"

"We know we’re right to keep fighting, even when it seems hopeless."

"We’re all human, aren’t we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving."

"Dumbledore usually let me find out stuff for myself. He let me try my strength, take risks. This feels like the kind of thing he’d do."

"It’s a Quest!"

"Things are bad enough without inventing stuff as well."

"Things are bad enough without inventing stuff as well."

"Dobby has come to rescue you."

"Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends!"

"You must not hurt Harry Potter."

"Help us!"

"If it is indeed Potter, he must not be harmed, the Dark Lord wishes to dispose of Potter himself…."

"The worst had not happened yet: Voldemort was not here."

"I thought you would… one day. But your journey was pointless. I never had it."

"Kill me, then. Voldemort, I welcome death! But my death will not bring you what you seek…. There is so much you do not understand…"

"You dirty little monkey! How dare you take a witch’s wand, how dare you defy your masters?"

"Dobby… Potter…"

"Grief, it seemed, drove Voldemort out…though Dumbledore, of course, would have said that it was love."

"I want to do it properly... Not by magic. Have you got a spade?"

"Every drop of his sweat and every blister felt like a gift to the elf who had saved their lives."

"I buried the elf... You are an unusual wizard, Harry Potter."

"The wand chooses the wizard, that much has always been clear to those of us who have studied wandlore."

"You are very famous... even amongst goblins, you are very famous."

"Will you help us? We haven’t got a hope of breaking in without a goblin’s help. You’re our one chance."

"The right to carry a wand has long been contested between wizards and goblins."

"Those who seek to possess the wand must always fear attack..."

"It’s too late for that... He knows where it is. He’s there now."

The enormity of his decision not to race Voldemort to the wand still scared Harry.

You could never have done that, Harry.

I’ll make sure he gets it then. I’ll keep my word.

He would have gone on.

But arguing with Griphook about whose race is most underhanded and violent isn’t going to make him more likely to help us.

I know that, but he needn’t.

Dumbledore wouldn’t come back as a ghost.

Harry, you saved my sister’s life, I do not forget.

A great wizard in the making!

If you have struck any kind of bargain with Griphook, and most particularly if that bargain involves treasure, you must be exceptionally careful.

"What’s coming will come and we’ll just have to meet it when it does."

"But that’s my point! This is the wand that tortured Neville’s mum and dad, and who knows how many other people? This is the wand that killed Sirius!"

"Act now, act now!" whispered Griphook in Harry’s ear, "the Imperious Curse!"

"We’ve got this far, I say we go on." said Harry.

"If we can," said Hermione, looking back toward the door into the main hall, beyond which who knew what was happening.

"Good thinking," said Harry. "Lead the way, Griphook!"

"I’ve got to get up there, we’ve got to get rid of it – ”

"Let’s worry about that when we have to," said Harry.

"This way!" Harry yelled, and still shooting Stunning Spells at the advancing goblins, he sprinted toward the blind dragon.

"We’ll never get out, it’s too big!" Hermione screamed.

There was no means of steering; the dragon could not see where it was going, and Harry knew that if it turned sharply or rolled in midair they would find it impossible to cling onto its broad back.

Harry’s overwhelming feeling was of gratitude for an escape that had seemed impossible.

On and on they flew, over countryside parceled out in patches of green and brown, over roads and rivers winding through the landscape like strips of matte and glossy ribbon.

Is it my imagination,” shouted Ron after a considerable stretch of silence, “or are we losing height?

At least we can’t wear it this time, that’d look a bit weird hanging around our necks.

The dragon’s wings beating hard, and landed at last on a distant bank.

When he had finished, he joined the others.

All three of them started to laugh, and once started, it was difficult to stop.

He knows. He knows and he’s going to check where the others are.

We need to get going. Can you imagine what he’s going to do once he realizes the ring and the locket are gone?

"Sometimes you've got to think about more than your own safety!"

"I'm going to keep fighting even if you've given up!"

"Dumbledore loved Harry."

"There isn’t much time. We’ve got to get into the castle."

"You don’t owe him anything."

"If you can’t help us, we’ll wait till daybreak, leave you in peace, and try to find a way in ourselves."

"Your brother knew how to finish You-Know-Who and he passed the knowledge on to me."

"You must know they’ve got all the old secret passageways covered at both ends, dementors all around the boundary walls."

"We need to think of the best way to get you out of here."

"I knew you’d come! I knew it, Harry!"

"It helps when people stand up to them, it gives everyone hope. I used to notice that when you did it, Harry."

"I don’t know whether they were planning to kill me or send me to Azkaban, either way, I knew it was time to disappear."

"They don’t want to spill too much pure blood, so they’ll torture us a bit if we’re mouthy but they won’t actually kill us."

"She sent me a letter... telling me she was proud of me, that I’m my parent’s son, and to keep it up."

"We were all in it together, we’ve been keeping it going while you three have been off on your own."

"Everyone in here’s proven they’re loyal to Dumbledore – loyal to you."

"You don’t have to do everything alone, Harry."

"We’re his army, Dumbledore’s Army."

"There’s something we need to find... something that’ll help us overthrow You-Know-Who."

"Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure."

“Only the difference between truth and lie, courage and cowardice.”

“I shall not permit it.”

“We teachers are rather good at magic, you know.”

“Hogwarts is threatened! Man the boundaries, protect us, do your duty to our school!”

“We can hold him up.”

“If you wish to leave with your students, we shall not stop you. But if any of you attempt to sabotage our resistance or take up arms against us within this castle, then, Horace, we duel to kill.”

“We shall secure the school against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named while you search for this—this object.”

“The time has come for Slytherin House to decide upon its loyalties.”

“You need to really mean it.”

“Potter, I – that was very – gallant of you – but don’t you realize –?”

"And what if we want to stay and fight?"

"If you are of age, you may stay."

"The important thing is to get you out of here safely."

"You have until midnight."

"Thank you, Miss Parkinson." said Professor McGonagall in a clipped voice. "You will leave the Hall first with Mr. Filch."

"Well, help me then!"

"While the diadem bestows wisdom, I doubt that it would greatly increase your chances of defeating the wizard who calls himself Lord –"

"It’s got to be her – d’you know where she is?"

"If we die for them, I’ll kill you, Harry!"

"WIT BEYOND MEASURE IS MAN’S GREATEST TREASURE."

"We will fight! Hermione said. "We’ll have to, to reach the snake! But let’s not lose sight now of what we’re supposed to be d-doing! We’re the only ones who can end it!"

"We’re all still here," she whispered, "we're still fighting. Come on, now..."

"He will hate watching the others struck down around him, knowing that it is for him that it happens. He will want to stop it at any cost. He will come."

"The only way forward was to kill the snake, and the snake was where Voldemort was, and Voldemort was at the end of this tunnel..."

"You sound like Lucius. Neither of you understands Potter as I do. He does not need finding. Potter will come to me."

"Perhaps you already know it? You are a clever man, after all, Severus. You have been a good and faithful servant, and I regret what must happen."

"The Elder Wand cannot serve me properly, Severus, because I am not its true master. The Elder Wand belongs to the wizard who killed its last owner."

"I must master the wand, Severus. Master the wand, and I master Potter at last."

"Take…it…Take…it…"

"Look…at….me…"

"You have fought," said the high, cold voice, "valiantly. Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery."

"I do not wish this to happen. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste."

"If she means so much to you, surely Lord Voldemort will spare her?"

"Make sure it was not in vain. Help me protect Lily's son."

"I cannot bear...especially Potter's son...I want your word!"

"I have protected him because it has been essential to teach him, to raise him, to let him try his strength."

"Is this remorse, Severus?"

"You alone know whether it will harm your soul to help an old man avoid pain and humiliation."

"After all this time?" "Always," said Snape.

"You have used me."

His job was to walk calmly into Death’s welcoming arms.

His will to live had always been so much stronger than his fear of death.

It did not matter about bringing them back, for he was about to join them.

Dying? Not at all. Quicker and easier than falling asleep.

You’ve been so brave.

We are part of you.

You’ll stay with me?

Until the very end.

It was time to leave the air…

And together they marched through the old trees that grew closely together.

"You wonderful boy. You brave, brave man."

"I think that if you choose to return, there is a chance that he may be finished for good."

"Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and above all, those who live without love."

"Your soul is whole, and completely your own, Harry."

"He took your blood and rebuilt his living body with it! Your blood in his veins, Harry, Lily’s protection inside both of you!"

"I am not so sure. I had proven, as a very young man, that power was my weakness and my temptation."

"You are the true master of death, because the true master does not seek to run away from Death. He accepts that he must die, and understands that there are far, far worse things in the living world than dying."

"It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it."

"I do not minimize your sufferings, which I am sure were severe."

"Of house-elves and children’s tales, of love, loyalty, and innocence, Voldemort knows and understands nothing."

"It’s got to be like this. It’s got to be me."

"Nobody," said Harry simply. "There are no more Horcruxes. It’s just you and me."

"I was ready to die to stop you from hurting these people..."

"You won’t be able to kill any of them ever again. Don’t you get it?"

"It’s your one last chance. … Try for some remorse, Riddle…"

"Possessing the wand isn’t enough! Holding it, using it, doesn’t make it really yours."

"Accident, was it, when my mother died to save me?"

"I believe both," said Harry, and he saw shock flit across the snakelike face.

"I’m putting the Elder Wand back where it came from. It can stay there."

"That wand’s more trouble than it’s worth."

"Albus Severus, you were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew."

"The Sorting Hat takes your choice into account."

"It doesn’t matter to us, Al. But if it matters to you, you’ll be able to choose Gryffindor over Slytherin."

"You’ll write to me, won’t you?"

"It’s nearly eleven, you’d better get on board."

"Thestrals are nothing to worry about. They’re gentle things, there’s nothing scary about them."

"He’ll be alright."

"Don’t mess with Peeves. Don’t duel anyone till you’ve learned how."

"All was well."

"I know he will."