I Think You're Working And Learning Until

You Might Belong In Hufflepuff, Where They Are Just And Loyal, Those Patient Hufflepuffs Are True, And Unafraid Of Toil.

Even The Weather Seemed To Be Celebrating; As June Approached, The Days Became Cloudless And Sultry, And All Anybody Felt Like Doing Was Strolling Onto The Grounds And Flopping Down On The Grass With Several Pints Of Iced Pumpkin Juice, Perhaps Playing A Casual Game Of Gobstones Or Watching The Giant Squid Propel Itself Dreamily Across The Surface Of The Lake.

Once Again I Must Ask Too Much Of You, Harry.

Harry Potter Was A Highly Unusual Boy In Many Ways.

You Should Write A Book," Ron Told Hermione As He Cut Up His Potatoes, "translating Mad Things Girls Do So Boys Can Understand Them.