I Am A Wizard, Not A Baboon

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?

Whenever He Was In Company He Wanted To Get Away, And Whenever He Was Alone He Wanted Company.

Bidding The Wizard Farewell, He Turned To His Daughter, Who Held Up Her Finger And Said, “daddy, Look — One Of The Gnomes Actually Bit Me!” “how Wonderful! Gnome Saliva Is Enormously Beneficial!” Said Mr. Lovegood, Seizing Luna’s Outstretched Finger And Examining The Bleeding Puncture Marks. “luna, My Love, If You Should Feel Any Burgeoning Talent Today — Perhaps An Unexpected Urge To Sing Opera Or To Declaim In Mermish — Do Not Repress It! You May Have Been Gifted By The Gernumblies!” Ron, Passing Them In The Opposite Direction, Let Out A Loud Snort.

We Tried To Shut Him In A Pyramid, But Mum Spotted Us.

I Think It's Alarming That People Believe That Success Enables One To Forget How Life Felt Before. As If One Could Simply Exchange One's Values.