Age Is Foolish And Forgetful When It

There Was A Brief Silence In Which The Distant Echo Of Hagrid Smashing Down A Wooden Front Door Seemed To Reverberate Through The Intervening Years.

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The Castle Grounds Were Gleaming In The Sunlight As Though Freshly Painted; The Cloudless Sky Smiled At Itself In The Smoothly Sparkling Lake, The Satin-green Lawns Rippled Occasionally In A Gentle Breeze: June Had Arrived.

Once Again You've Put Your Keen And Penetrating Mind To The Task And As Usual Come To The Wrong Conclusion!

It's Just Hard," Harry Said Finally, In A Low Voice, "to Realize He Won't Write Me Again