I Have Met Thousands Of Children Now,

Bad News, Harry. I've Just Been To See Professor Mcgonagall About The Firebolt. She – Er, Got A Bit Shirty With Me. Told Me I'd Got My Priorities Wrong. Seemed To Think I Cared More About Winning The Cup Than I Do About Staying Alive. Just Because I Told Her I Didn't Care If It Threw You Off, As Long As You Caught The Snitch First.

How D’you Spell ‘belligerent’?” Said Ron, Shaking His Quill Very Hard While Staring At His Parchment. “it Can’t Be B — U — M —” “no, It Isn’t,” Said Hermione. “and ‘augury’ Doesn’t Begin O — R — G Either.

I Want To Commit The Murder I Was Imprisoned For.

I Scared Stephen King.

Well, You Split Your Soul, You See, And Hide Part Of It In An Object Outside The Body. Then, Even If One’s Body Is Attacked Or Destroyed, One Cannot Die, For Part Of The Soul Remains Earthbound And Undamaged. But Of Course, Existence In Such A Form . . .