As Harry And Ron Rounded The Clump

You Do Not Seek To Kill Me, Dumbledore?" Called Voldemort, His Scarlet Eyes Narrowed. "above Such Brutality, Are You?" "we Both Know That There Are Other Ways Of Destroying A Man, Tom," Dumbledore Said Calmly. "merely Taking Your Life Would Not Satisfy Me, I Admit - " "there Is Nothing Worse Than Death, Dumbledore!" Snarled Voldemort. "you Are Quite Wrong," Said Dumbledore, Speaking As Lightly As Though They Were Discussing The Matter Over Drinks. "indeed, Your Failure To Understand That There Are Things Much Worse Than Death Has Always Been Your Greatest Weakness.

He Might Have Been Encased In A Thick Glass Bubble, So Separate Did He Feel From His Three Dining Companions. It Was A Sensation With Which He Was Only Too Familiar, That Of Walking In A Giant Sphere Of Worry, Enclosed By It, Watching His Own Terrors Roll By, Obscuring The Outside World.

But If It Matters To You, You'll Be Able To Choose Gryffindor Over Slytherin. The Sorting Hat Takes Your Choice Into Account." "really?" "it Did For Me," Said Harry. He Had Never Told Any Of His Children That Before, And He Saw The Wonder In Albus's Face When He Said It.

The Fates Have Informed Me That Your Examination In June Will Concern The Orb, And I Am Anxious To Give You Sufficient Practice. Hermione Snorted. "well Honestly... 'the Fates Have Informed Her'... Who Sets The Exam? She Does!

You Think It - Wise - To Trust Hagrid With Something As Important As This?" "i Would Trust Hagrid With My Life," Said Dumbledore.