Be Good Now, Potty...weasel King.

A Wrackspurt . . . They’re Invisible. They Float In Through Your Ears And Make Your Brain Go Fuzzy,” She Said. “i Thought I Felt One Zooming Around In Here.

There Will Be Books Written About Harry. Every Child In The World Will Know His Name.

You Look In Excellent Health To Me, Potter, So You Will Excuse Me If I Don't Let You Off Homework Today. I Assure You That If You Do Die, You Need Not Hand It In.

But This Is Touching, Severus,” Said Dumbledore Seriously. “have You Grown To Care For The Boy, After All?” “for Him?” Shouted Snape. “expecto Patronum!” From The Tip Of His Wand Burst The Silver Doe. She Landed On The Office Floor, Bounded Once Across The Office, And Soared Out Of The Window. Dumbledore Watched Her Fly Away, And As Her Silvery Glow Faded He Turned Back To Snape, And His Eyes Were Full Of Tears. “after All This Time?” “always,” Said Snape.

They Make A Fuss About Hogsmeade, But I Assure You, Harry, It's Not All It's Cracked Up To Be. All Right, The Sweetshop's Rather Good, And Zonko's Joke Shop's Frankly Dangerous, And Yes, The Shrieking Shack Is Always Worth A Visit, But Really, Harry, Apart From That, You're Not Missing Anything.