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Seventeen, Eh!" Said Hagrid As He Accepted A Bucket-sized Glass Of Wine From Fred. "six Years To The Day We Met, Harry, D’yeh Remember It?" "vaguely," Said Harry, Grinning Up At Him. "didn’t You Smash Down The Front Door, Give Dudley A Pig’s Tail, And Tell Me I Was A Wizard?" "i Forge’ The Details," Hagrid Chortled.

Some Readers And Commentators Really Want To Scrape Your Insides Out To Make Sense Of Your Work. Others Say, There's The Work, It Speaks For Itself. Personally, I Fall Somewhere In The Middle.

The Hippogriff Took Off Into The Air. . . . He And His Rider Became Smaller And Smaller As Harry Gazed After Them . . . Then A Cloud Drifted Across The Moon. . . . They Were Gone.

Words Are, In My Not-so-humble Opinion, Our Most Inexhaustible Source Of Magic. Capable Of Both Inflicting Injury, And Remedying It.

Well, Think Back," Said Harry. "have You Ever Let It Slip That You'd Like To Go Out In Public With The Words 'my Sweetheart' Round Your Neck?