Books Can Be Misleading...

I Am Not Trying To Influence Anyone Into Black Magic. That Is The Very Last Thing I'd Want To Do.

Ooh, You Look Much Tastier Than Crabbe And Goyle, Harry" Said Hermione, Before Catching Sight Of Ron's Raised Eyebrows, Blushing Slightly And Saying "oh You Know What I Mean - Goyle's Potion Looked Like Bogies.

'tell Me One Last Thing,' Said Harry. 'is This Real? Or Has This Been Happening Inside My Head?' Dumbledore Beamed At Him, And His Voice Sounded Loud And Strong In Harry's Ears Even Though The Bright Mist Was Descending Again, Obscuring His Figure. 'of Course It Is Happening Inside Your Head, Harry, But Why On Earth Should That Mean It Is Not Real?'

It Was As Though They Had Been Plunged Into A Fabulous Dream. This, Thought Harry, Was Surely The Only Way To Travel - Past Swirls And Turrets Of Snowy Cloud, In A Car Full Of Hot, Bright Sunlight, With A Fat Pack Of Toffees In The Glove Compartment.

Like A Tongue On Frozen Steel, Like Flesh In Flame —