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Sirius Black
His face wasn’t sunken and waxy, but handsome, full of laughter.
But the Dementors don’t affect him, Harry thought, staring into the handsome, laughing face.
Like Sirius, she retained vestiges of great good looks …
He was very good-looking; his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither James’s nor Harry’s could ever have achieved, and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn’t seem to have noticed.
Sirius stared around at the students milling over the grass, looking rather haughty and bored, but very handsomely so.
Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather’s wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil …
Beside him was Sirius, carelessly handsome, his slightly arrogant face so much younger and happier than Harry had ever seen it alive.
He had the same dark hair and slightly haughty look of his brother, though he was smaller, slighter, and rather less handsome than Sirius had been.
Sirius was tall and handsome, and younger by far than Harry had seen him in life. He loped with an easy grace, his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face.

Voldemort
‘Hardly anyone connected Lord Voldemort with the clever, handsome boy who once Head Boy here.’
There was no trace of the Gaunts in Tom Riddle's face. Merope had got her dying wish: He was his handsome father in miniature, tall for eleven years old, dark-haired, and pale.
There was a wild happiness upon it, yet for some reason it did not make him better looking; on the contrary, his finely carved features seemed somehow rougher, his expression almost bestial.
‘As an unusually talented and very good-looking orphan, he naturally drew attention and sympathy from the staff almost from the moment of his arrival …’
There on the threshold, holding an old-fashioned lamp, stood a boy Harry recognized at once: tall, pale, dark-haired, and handsome – the teenage Voldemort.
His was the most handsome face and he looked the most relaxed of all the boys.
‘Polite and handsome and clever, he was soon given particular jobs of the type that only exist in a place like Borgin and Burkes …’
He was plainly dressed in a black suit; his hair was a little longer than it had been at school and his cheeks were hollowed, but all of this suited him: he looked more handsome than ever.
His greedy expression was curiously mirrored on Hepzibah's face, except that her tiny eyes were fixed upon Voldemort's handsome features.
… and yet he was no longer handsome Tom Riddle.
… the sort of happiness that did not enhance his handsome features, but made them, somehow, less human …
Behind both of the glass windows within blinked a living eye, dark and handsome as Tom Riddle's eyes had been before he turned them scarlet and slit-pupilled.

Tom Riddle Sr
… he collided with the glossy chestnut horse ridden by a very handsome, dark-haired young man.
‘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.’
‘… the handsome Muggle, Tom Riddle ...’
Merope had got her dying wish: He was his handsome father in miniature …
Cedric Diggory
‘He’s that tall, good-looking one, isn’t he?’ said Angelina.
‘Strong and silent,’ said Katie, and they started to giggle again.
Cedric Diggory was an extremely handsome boy of around seventeen. He was Captain and Seeker of the Hufflepuff House Quidditch team at Hogwarts.
‘And all the Hufflepuffs are talking about Diggory,’ said Seamus contemptuously. ‘But I wouldn't have thought he'd have wanted to risk his good looks.’
‘You only like him because he’s handsome,’ said Ron scathingly.
‘Excuse me, I don’t like people just because they’re handsome!’ said Hermione indignantly.
Exceptionally handsome, with his straight nose, dark hair and grey eyes, it was hard to say who was receiving more admiration these days, Cedric or Viktor Krum.
He had been starting to quite like Cedric – prepared to overlook the fact that he had once beaten him at Quidditch, and was handsome, and popular, and nearly everyone’s favourite champion. Now he suddenly realised that Cedric was in fact a useless pretty-boy who didn’t have enough brains to fill an eggcup.
‘Urgh, Chang, I don’t think much of your taste ... at least Diggory was good-looking!’
Gellert Grindelwald
In the split second that the lantern’s light illuminated him, Harry saw the delight upon his handsome face, then the intruder shot a Stunning Spell from his wand and jumped neatly backwards out of the window with a crow of laughter.
He came across the one he sought almost at once, the young Dumbledore and his handsome companion, roaring with laughter at some long forgotten joke.
Firenze
He had astonishingly blue eyes, like pale sapphires.
Through the mist came a face Harry had seen once before on a dark, dangerous night in the Forbidden Forest: white-blond hair and astonishingly blue eyes; the head and torso of a man joined to the palomino body of a horse.
‘He's not a horse, he's a centaur!’ said Lavender, sounding shocked.
‘A gorgeous centaur ...’ sighed Parvati.
Professor McGonagall turned next to Parvati Patil, whose first question was whether Firenze, the handsome centaur, was still teaching Divination.
Gilderoy Lockhart
There was a big photograph on the front of a very good-looking wizard with wavy blond hair and bright blue eyes. As always in the wizarding world, the photograph was moving; the wizard, who Harry supposed was Gilderoy Lockhart, kept winking cheekily up at them all. Mrs Weasley beamed down at him.
He didn’t look remotely handsome any more. His lip was trembling, and in the absence of his usually toothy grin he looked weak-chinned and weedy.
‘I am not forgotten, you know, no, I still receive a very great deal of fan mail ... Gladys Gudgeon writes weekly ... I just wish I knew why ...’ He paused, looking faintly puzzled, then beamed again and returned to his signing with renewed vigour. ‘I suspect it is simply my good looks ...’

Bill Weasley
However, Bill was – there was no other word for it – cool. He was tall, with long hair that he had tied back in a ponytail. He was wearing an earring with what looked like a fang dangling from it. Bill's clothes would not have looked out of place at a rock concert, except that Harry recognized his boots to be made, not of leather, but of dragon hide.
‘... getting really out of hand, and you’re so good-looking, it would look much better shorter, wouldn’t it, Harry?’
‘Of course, it doesn’t matter how he looks ... it’s not r – really important ... but he was a very handsome little b – boy ... always very handsome ... and he was g – going to be married!’
‘What do I care how he looks? I am good-looking enough for both of us, I theenk! All these scars show is zat my husband is brave! And I shall do zat!’
Percival Dumbledore
Dumbledore's father, Percival, was a good-looking man with eyes that seemed to twinkle even in this faded old photograph.

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Regulus Black
Regulus was instantly recognisable as the boy sitting in the middle of the front row: he had the same dark hair and slightly haughty look of his brother, though he was smaller, slighter and rather less handsome than Sirius had been.

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Apolline Delacour
… a beautiful blonde woman in long, leaf-green robes, who could only be Fleur’s mother.
Fleur Delacour
A long sheet of silvery-blonde hair fell almost to her waist. She had large, deep blue eyes, and very white, even teeth.
… Fleur Delacour was passing, looking stunning in robes of silver-grey satin, and accompanied by the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain, Roger Davies.
… a woman of such breathtaking beauty that the room seemed to have become strangely airless. She was tall and willowy with long blonde hair and appeared to emanate a faint, silvery glow.
‘She ’as let ’erself go, zat Tonks,’ mused Fleur, examining her own stunning reflection in the back of a teaspoon.
… Fleur just behind them, her beautiful face terrified.
Fleur was wearing a very simple white dressand seemed to be emitting a strong, silvery glow. While her radiance usually dimmed everyone else by comparison, today it beautified everybody it fell upon.
Gabrielle Delacour
Gabrielle was Fleur in miniature; eleven years old, with waist-length hair of pure, silvery blonde, she gave Mrs Weasley a dazzling smile and hugged her, then threw Harry a glowing look, batting her eyelashes.
Ginny and Gabrielle, both wearing golden dresses, looked even prettier than usuall.

Rowena Ravenclaw
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen
… a stone bust of a beautiful but austere-looking witch wearing a most bizarre-looking headdress.
‘Modelled, fittingly enough, upon the head of the beautiful Rowena Ravenclaw. Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure!’
… she seemed to look back at him with a quizzical half smile on her face, beautiful yet slightly intimidating.
Helena Ravenclaw
Harry supposed that she was beautiful, with her waist-length hair and floor-length cloak, but she also looked haughty and proud.

Bellatrix Black
... a woman with thick, shining dark hair and heavily hooded eyes, who was sitting in the chained chair as though it were a throne ...
She glared up at him through heavily lidded eyes, an arrogant, disdainful smile playing around her thin mouth. Like Sirius, she retained vestiges of great good looks, but something – perhaps Azkaban – had taken most of her beauty.
Cho Chang
She was shorter than Harry by about a head, and Harry couldn't help noticing, nervous as he was, that she was extremely pretty.
Cho was a year older than he was; she was very pretty; she was a very good Quidditch player, and she was also very popular.
A very pretty girl with long, shiny black hair was standing in the doorway smiling at him: Cho Chang, the Seeker on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.
She was very pretty even when her eyes were red and puffy.
She was waiting for him a little to the side of the oak front doors, looking very pretty with her hair tied back in a long pony-tail.
‘You’re well out of it, mate,’ said Ron forcefully. ‘I mean, she’s quite good-looking and all that, but you want someone a bit more cheerful.’
Ginny Weasley
‘A lot of boys like her,’ said Pansy, watching Malfoy out of the corner of her eyes for his reaction. ‘Even you think she's good-looking, don't you, Blaise, and we all know how hard you are to please!’
Ginny and Gabrielle, both wearing golden dresses, looked even prettier than usuall.
‘This girl is very nice-looking,’ Krum said, recalling Harry to his surroundings. Krum was pointing at Ginny, who had just joined Luna.
Ginny gave Harry a radiant smile: he had forgotten, or had never fully appreciated, how beautiful she was, but he had never been less pleased to see her.
Lily Evans
She was a very pretty woman.
She had thick, dark red hair that fell to her shoulders, and startlingly green almond-shaped eyes – Harry's eyes.
… there was a statue of three people: a man with untidy hair and glasses, a woman with long hair and a kind, pretty face, and a baby boy sitting in his mother’s arms.

Rosmerta
A curvy sort of woman with a pretty face was serving a bunch of rowdy warlocks up at the bar.
Madam Rosmerta, the pretty landlady, didn't seem to think much of this; she was looking askance at Moody as she collected glasses from tables around them.
‘Nothing,’ said Ron, hastily looking away from the bar, but Harry knew he was trying to catch the eye of the curvy and attractive barmaid, Madam Rosmerta, for whom he had long nursed a soft spot.
Parvati and Padma Patil
‘I still can't work out how you two got the best-looking girls in the year,’ muttered Dean.
She looked very pretty indeed, in robes of shocking pink, with her long dark plait braided with gold, and gold bracelets glimmering at her wrists.
‘Hi,’ said padma, who was looking just as pretty as Parvati in robes of bright turquoise.
Narcissa Black
His mother was blonde, too; tall and slim, she would have been nice looking if she hadn't been wearing a look that suggested there was a nasty smell under her nose.
Olympe Maxime
She was revealed to have a handsome, olive-skinned face, large, black, liquid-looking eyes and a rather beaky nose.
The top of her handsome head brushed the candle-filled chandelier, and her gigantic black-satin bosom swelled.
Harry watched from a window as a gigantic and handsome olive-skinned, black-haired woman descended the carriage steps and threw herself into the waiting Hagrid's arms.