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Course Dumbledore Trusts You,” Growled Moody. “he’s A Trusting Man, Isn’t He? Believes In Second Chances. But Me — I Say There Are Spots That Don’t Come Off, Snape. Spots That Never Come Off, D’you Know What I Mean?

Fred, You Next," The Plump Woman Said. "i'm Not Fred, I'm George," Said The Boy. "honestly, Woman, You Call Yourself Our Mother? Can't You Tell I'm George?" "sorry, George, Dear." "only Joking, I Am Fred," Said The Boy And Off He Went.

Professor, Why Couldn't We Just Apparate Directly Into Your Old Colleague's House?' 'because It Would Be Quite As Rude As Kicking Down The Front Door,' Said Dumbledore. 'courtesy Dictates That We Offer Fellow Wizards The Opportunity Of Denying Us Entry.

Yes, Alive,” Said Fudge. “that Is — I Don’t Know — Is A Man Alive If He Can’t Be Killed? I Don’t Really Understand It, And Dumbledore Won’t Explain Properly — But Anyway, He’s Certainly Got A Body And Is Walking And Talking And Killing, So I Suppose, For The Purposes Of Our Discussion, Yes, He’s Alive.

The Dedication Of This Book Is Split Seven Ways: To Neil, To Jessica, To David, To Kenzie, To Di, To Anne, And To You, If You Have Stuck With Harry Until The Very End.