Harry Is The Best Hope We Have.

Ah, Music," He Said, Wiping His Eyes. "a Magic Far Beyond All We Do Here! And Now, Bedtime. Off You Trot!

If You Don’t Like To Read, You Haven’t Found The Right Book.

Bangs And Smoke Were More Often The Marks Of Ineptitude Than Expertise.

Krystal Flung Herself Violently Off The Chair, Away From Her Mother. She Was Surprised To Feel Warm Liquid Flowing Down Her Cheeks, And Thought Confusedly Of Blood, But It Was Tears, Only Tears, Clear And Shining On Her Fingertips When She Wiped Them Away.

Mistletoe," Said Luna Dreamily, Pointing At A Large Clump Of White Berries Placed Almost Over Harry's Head. He Jumped Out From Under It. "good Thinking," Said Luna Seriously. "it's Often Infested With Nargles.