By The Time She Had Interpreted Harry's

Er — Have The Bludgers Ever Killed Anyone?” Harry Asked, Hoping He Sounded Offhand. “never At Hogwarts. We’ve Had A Couple Of Broken Jaws But Nothing Worse Than That. You Don’t Have To Worry About The Quaffle Or The Bludgers —” “— Unless They Crack My Head Open.” “don’t Worry, The Weasleys Are More Than A Match For The Bludgers — I Mean, They’re Like A Pair Of Human Bludgers Themselves.

Enjoying It? I Don’t Reckon He’d Come Home If Dad Didn’t Make Him. He’s Obsessed. Just Don’t Get Him On The Subject Of His Boss. According To Mr. Crouch…as I Was Saying To Mr. Crouch… Mr. Crouch Is Of The Opinion… Mr. Crouch Was Telling Me… They’ll Be Announcing Their Engagement Any Day Now.

Pagford, Which By Night Was No More Than A Cluster Of Twinkling Lights In A Dark Hollow Far Below, Was Emerging Into Chilly Sunlight.

Whatever Happens To Your Body, Your Soul Will Survive, Untouched.

From This Point Forth, We Shall Be Leaving The Firm Foundation Of Fact And Journeying Together Through The Murky Marshes Of Memory Into Thickets Of Wildest Guesswork.