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Children's Books Aren't Textbooks. Their Primary Purpose Isn't Supposed To Be "pick This Up And It Will Teach You This." It's Not How Literature Should Be. You Probably Do Learn Something From Every Book You Pick Up, But It Might Be Simply How To Laugh.

Do You—do You Think I Want To—do You Think I Give A—i Don't Care What You Have To Say!" Harry Roared. "you Will," Said Dumbledore Sadly. "because You Are Not Nearly As Mad At Me As You Ought To Be. If You Are To Attack Me, As I Know You Are Close To Doing, I Would Like To Have Thoroughly Earned It.

If I Wasn't A Writer, I Would Be Depressed.

He Accused Me Of Being Dumbledore's Man Through And Through." "how Very Rude Of Him." "i Told Him I Was." Dumbledore Opened His Mouth To Speak And Then Closed It Again. Fawkes The Phoenix Let Out A Low, Soft, Musical Cry. To Harry's Intense Embarrassment, He Suddenly Realized That Dumbledore's Bright Blue Eyes Looked Rather Watery, And Stared Hastily At His Own Knee. When Dumbledore Spoke, However, His Voice Was Quite Steady. "i Am Very Touched, Harry.

I Think I'll Just Go Down And Have Some Pudding And Wait For It All To Turn Up - It Always Does In The End.