A Good First Impression Can Work Wonders

'tell Me One Last Thing,' Said Harry. 'is This Real? Or Has This Been Happening Inside My Head?' Dumbledore Beamed At Him, And His Voice Sounded Loud And Strong In Harry's Ears Even Though The Bright Mist Was Descending Again, Obscuring His Figure. 'of Course It Is Happening Inside Your Head, Harry, But Why On Earth Should That Mean It Is Not Real?'

Voldemort Himself Created His Worst Enemy, Just As Tyrants Everywhere Do! Have You Any Idea How Much Tyrants Fear The People They Oppress? All Of Them Realize That, One Day, Amongst Their Many Victims, There Is Sure To Be One Who Rises Against Them And Strikes Back!

Now, You Two – This Year, You Behave Yourselves. If I Get One More Owl Telling Me You've – You've Blown Up A Toilet Or –" "blown Up A Toilet? We've Never Blown Up A Toilet." "great Idea Though, Thanks, Mum.

Sirius — It’s Me . . . It’s Peter . . . Your Friend . . . You Wouldn’t . . .” Black Kicked Out And Pettigrew Recoiled. “there’s Enough Filth On My Robes Without You Touching Them,” Said Black.

Neville Kicked Aside The Broken Fragments Of His Own Wand As They Walked Slowly Toward The Door. "my Gran's Going Do Kill Be," Said Neville Thickly, Blood Spattering From His Nose As He Spoke, "dat Was By Dad's Old Wand.