I Am A Wizard, Not A Baboon

Andrew Hated To See Her Humiliated And Pathetic Like This; But He Half Hated Her Too For Landing Herself In It, When Any Idiot Could Have Seen.

You Thought I Would Not Weesh To Marry Him? Or Per'aps You Hoped?" Said Fleur, Her Nostrils Flaring. "what Do I Care How He Looks? I Am Good-looking Enough For Both Of Us, I Theenk! All These Scars Show Is Zat My Husband Is Brave! And I Shall Do Zat!" She Added Fiercely, Pushing Mrs. Weasley Aside And Snatching The Ointment From Her.

They Heard The Click Of The Mail Slot And Flop Of Letters On The Doormat. "get The Mail, Dudley," Said Uncle Vernon From Behind His Paper. "make Harry Get It." "get The Mail, Harry." "make Dudley Get It." "poke Him With Your Smelting Stick, Dudley.

I've Only Suffered Writer's Block Badly Once, And That Was During The Writing Of Chamber Of Secrets. I Had My First Burst Of Publicity About The First Book And It Paralysed Me. I Was Scared The Second Book Wouldn't Measure Up, But I Got Through It!

Do Not Pity The Dead, Harry. Pity The Living, And, Above All Those Who Live Without Love.