Be Good Now, Potty...weasel King.

Harry: "and What If I Wave My Wand And Nothing Happens?” Ron: “throw It Away And Punch Him On The Nose.

Harry, Despite Your Privileged Insight Into Voldemort’s World (which, Incidentally, Is A Gift Any Death Eater Would Kill To Have), You Have Never Been Seduced By The Dark Arts, Never, Even For A Second, Shown The Slightest Desire To Become One Of Voldemort’s Followers!” “of Course I Haven’t!” Said Harry Indignantly. “he Killed My Mum And Dad!” “you Are Protected, In Short, By Your Ability To Love!” Said Dumbledore Loudly.

Xenophilius Lovegood," He Said, Extending A Hand To Harry. "my Daughter And I Live Over The Hill, So Kind Of The Weasleys To Invite Us. I Think You Know My Luna?" He Added To Ron."yes" Said Ron. "isn't She With You?""she Lingered In That Charming Little Garden To Say Hello To The Gnomes, Such A Glorious Infestation! How Few Wizards Realize Just How Much We Can Learn From The Wise Little Gnomes - Or, To Give Then Their Correct Names, The Gernumbli Gardensi.""ours Do Know A Lot Of Excellent Swear Words," Said Ron, "but I Think Fred And George Taught Them Those.

Harry Looked Around; There Was Ginny Running Toward Him; She Had A Hard Blazing Look In Her Face As She Threw Her Arms Around Him. And Without Thinking, Without Planning It, Without Worrying About The Fact That Fifty People Were Watching, Harry Kissed Her. After Several Long Moments, Or It Might Have Been Half An Hour-or Possibly Several Sunlit Days- They Broke Apart.

Never Tickle A Sleeping Dragon.