I Am A Wizard, Not A Baboon

Potter! There Are Hundreds Of People Thundering Through My Pub!

Probably That You're Going To Be Eaten By A Giant Marshmallow Or Something.

Professor,” Harry Gasped. “your Bird — I Couldn’t Do Anything — He Just Caught Fire —

You Never Get It Right, You People, Do You? Either We've Got Fudge, Pretending Everything's Lovely While People Get Murdered Right Under His Nose, Or We've Got You, Chucking The Wrong People Into Jail And Trying To Pretend You've Got 'the Chosen One' Working For You!

Love Wins. It Does Win. We Know It Wins.