All 50 Uses of
gaunt
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Harry Potter (#6) and the Half-Blood Prince
- To Mrs. Weasley's displeasure, Harry's sixteenth birthday celebrations were marred by grisly tidings brought to the party by Remus Lupin, who was looking gaunt and grim, his brown hair streaked liberally with gray, his clothes more ragged and patched than ever.†
Chpt 6
- Chapter 10: The Hour of Gaunt For or the rest of the week's Potions lessons Harry continued to follow the Half-Blood Prince's instructions wherever they deviated from Libatius Borage's, with the result that by their fourth lesson Slughorn was raving about Harrys abilities, saying that he had rarely taught anyone so talented.†
Chpt 10
- And you, I take it, are Mr. Gaunt?†
Chpt 10 *
- S'right," said Gaunt.†
Chpt 10
- "Should've made your presence known, shouldn't you?" said Gaunt aggressively.†
Chpt 10
- Mr. Gaunt spoke out of the corner of his mouth to Morfin.†
Chpt 10
- "It's your son I'm here to see, Mr. Gaunt," said Ogden, as he mopped the last of the pus from the front of his coat.†
Chpt 10
- Apparently Gaunt felt rather differently.†
Chpt 10
- Yes, Mr. Gaunt.†
Chpt 10
- "I've no use for owls," said Gaunt.†
Chpt 10
- "All right, all right, all right!" bellowed Gaunt.†
Chpt 10
- M'daughter, Merope," said Gaunt grudgingly, as Ogden looked inquiringly toward her.†
Chpt 10
- "Well, Mr. Gaunt," said Ogden, "to get straight to the point, we have reason to believe that your son, Morfin, performed magic in front of a Muggle late last night."†
Chpt 10
- Gaunt bellowed at her.†
Chpt 10
- Gaunt, please!" said Ogden in a shocked voice, as Merope, who had already picked up the pot, flushed blotchily scarlet, lost her grip on the pot again, drew her wand shakily from her pocket, pointed it at the pot, and muttered a hasty, inaudible spell that caused the pot to shoot across the floor away from her, hit the opposite wall, and crack in two.†
Chpt 10
- Gaunt screamed, "Mend it, you pointless lump, mend it!"†
Chpt 10
- Gaunt looked for a moment as though he was going to shout at Ogden, but seemed to think better of it: Instead, he jeered at his daughter, "Lucky the nice man from the Ministry's here, isn't it?†
Chpt 10
- Gaunt," Ogden began again, "as I've said: the reason for my visit —"†
Chpt 10
- "I heard you the first time!" snapped Gaunt.†
Chpt 10
- Gaunt imitated Ogden's voice, making it pompous and singsong.†
Chpt 10
- What's that, then, his sentence?" said Gaunt, his voice rising angrily.†
Chpt 10
- And you think we're scum, do you?" screamed Gaunt, advancing on Ogden now, with a dirty yellow-nailed finger pointing at his chest.†
Chpt 10
- "I was under the impression that I was speaking to Mr. Gaunt," said Ogden, looking wary, but standing his ground.†
Chpt 10
- That's right!" roared Gaunt.†
Chpt 10
- For a moment, Harry thought Gaunt was making an obscene hand gesture, but then realized that he was showing Ogden the ugly, black-stoned ring he was wearing on his middle finger, waving it before Ogden's eyes.†
Chpt 10
- "I've really no idea," said Ogden, blinking as the ring sailed within an inch of his nose, "and it's quite beside the point, Mr. Gaunt.†
Chpt 10
- With a howl of rage, Gaunt ran toward his daughter.†
Chpt 10
- "Slytherins!" yelled Gaunt.†
Chpt 10
- Gaunt, your daughter!" said Ogden in alarm, but Gaunt had already released Merope; she staggered away from him, back to her corner, massaging her neck and gulping for air.†
Chpt 10
- Gaunt, your daughter!" said Ogden in alarm, but Gaunt had already released Merope; she staggered away from him, back to her corner, massaging her neck and gulping for air.†
Chpt 10
- "So!" said Gaunt triumphantly, as though he had just proved a complicated point beyond all possible dispute.†
Chpt 10
- Gaunt," said Ogden doggedly, "I am afraid that neither your ancestors nor mine have anything to do with the matter in hand.†
Chpt 10
- "Be quiet, boy," snarled Gaunt in Parseltongue, and Morfin fell silent again.†
Chpt 10
- Gaunt said defiantly to Ogden, "I expect you've wiped the Muggle's filthy face clean for him, and his memory to boot—"†
Chpt 10
- "That's hardly the point, is it, Mr. Gaunt?" said Ogden.†
Chpt 10
- "Ar, I had you marked out as a Muggle-lover the moment I saw you," sneered Gaunt, and he spat on the floor again.†
Chpt 10
- Gaunt froze, listening, his eyes wide.†
Chpt 10
- Everything on the other side of the valley belongs to us, but that cottage belongs to an old tramp called Gaunt, and his children.†
Chpt 10
- What's that?" said Gaunt sharply, also in Parseltongue, looking from his son to his daughter.†
Chpt 10
- "Hanging out of the window to look at a Muggle?" said Gaunt quietly.†
Chpt 10
- All three of the Gaunts seemed to have forgotten Ogden, who was looking both bewildered and irritated at this renewed outbreak of incomprehensible hissing and rasping.†
Chpt 10
- "Is it true?" said Gaunt in a deadly voice, advancing a step or two toward the terrified girl.†
Chpt 10
- You disgusting little Squib, you filthy little blood traitor!" roared Gaunt, losing control, and his hands closed around his daughter's throat.†
Chpt 10
- Gaunt was thrown backward, away from his daughter; he tripped over a chair and fell flat on his back.†
Chpt 10
- Marvolo, his son, Morfin, and his daughter, Merope, were the last of the Gaunts, a very ancient Wizarding family noted for a vein of instability and violence that flourished through the generations due to their habit of marrying their own cousins.†
Chpt 10
- Yes, that was Tom Riddle senior, the handsome Muggle who used to go riding past the Gaunt cottage and for whom Merope Gaunt cherished a secret, burning passion.†
Chpt 10
- Yes, that was Tom Riddle senior, the handsome Muggle who used to go riding past the Gaunt cottage and for whom Merope Gaunt cherished a secret, burning passion.†
Chpt 10
- But isn't it… sir, isn't it the same ring Marvolo Gaunt showed Ogden?†
Chpt 10
- There was no trace of the Gaunts in Tom Riddle's face.†
Chpt 13
- As he walked across the room, his eyes fell I upon the little table on which Marvolo Gaunt's ring had rested last I time, but the ring was no longer there.†
Chpt 13
Definition:
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(gaunt) very thin and bony -- often from hunger or as though having been worn to the bone