A Tiny Little Wooden Man [was] Slowly

Perhaps Just One More, Master Harry, For Luck?

Look . . . At . . . Me. . . .

By The Time She Had Interpreted Harry's Dreams At The Top Of Her Voice (all Of Which, Even The Ones That Involved Eating Porridge, Apparently Foretold A Gruesome And Early Death), He Was Feeling Much Less Sympathetic Toward Her.

I—i Didn't Think—" "that," Said Professor Mcgonagall, "is Obvious.

Directly Above Them, Framed In The Doorway From The Brain Room, Stood Albus Dumbledore, His Wand Aloft, His Face White And Furious. Harry Felt A Kind Of Electric Charge Surge Through Every Particle Of His Body - They Were Saved.