Draco Malfoy Is A Bad Boy!" Squeaked

I Hope That Even If You Remember Not A Single Word Of Mine, You Remember Those Of Seneca, Another Of Those Old Romans I Met When I Fled Down The Classics Corridor, In Retreat From Career Ladders, In Search Of Ancient Wisdom: As Is A Tale, So Is Life: Not How Long It Is, But How Good It Is, Is What Matters.

You Fail By Default When You Live So Cautiously You Never Fail.

Voldemort’s Fury At The Fall Of His Last, Best Lieutenant Exploded With The Force Of A Bomb.

Play To Your Strengths." "i Haven’t Got Any," Said Harry, Before He Could Stop Himself. "excuse Me," Growled Moody, "you’ve Got Strengths If I Say You’ve Got Them. Think Now. What Are You Best At?

And They'd [the Death Eaters] Love To Have Me," Said Harry Sarcastically. "we'd Be Best Pals If They Didn't Keep Trying To Do Me In.