I Hope There's Pudding!

They Were Bullyin' Him, Hermione, 'cause He's So Small!" Said Hagrid. "small?" Said Hermione. "small?" "hermione, I Couldn't Leave Him," Said Hagrid, Tears Now Trickling Down His Bruised Face Into His Beard. "see -- He's My Brother!

If I Wasn't A Writer, I Would Be Depressed.

You Are Here To Learn The Subtle Science And Exact Art Of Potion-making. As There Is Little Foolish Wand-waving Here, Many Of You Will Hardly Believe This Is Magic. I Don't Expect You Will Really Understand The Beauty Of The Softly Simmering Cauldron With Its Shimmering Fumes, The Delicate Power Of Liquids That Creep Through Human Veins, Bewitching The Mind, Ensnaring The Senses. . . I Can Teach You How To Bottle Fame, Brew Glory, Even Stopper Death — If You Aren't As Big A Bunch Of Dunderheads As I Usually Have To Teach.

I Believe In Free Will. Of Those That, Like Us, Are In A Privileged Situation At Least. For You, For Me: People Who Are Living In Western Society, People Who Are Not Repressed, Who Are Free. We Can Choose. The Things Go Largely Like You Want Them To Go. You Control Your Own Life. Your Own Will Is Extremely Powerful.

Harry Is The Best Hope We Have. Trust Him.