It Is Impossible To Manufacture Or Imitate

Even You-know-who Can't Split Himself Into Seven.

There Was No Press Involvement, There Was No Pressure. Life Was Very Pure And It Became More Complicated.

It Was As Though They Had Been Plunged Into A Fabulous Dream. This, Thought Harry, Was Surely The Only Way To Travel - Past Swirls And Turrets Of Snowy Cloud, In A Car Full Of Hot, Bright Sunlight, With A Fat Pack Of Toffees In The Glove Compartment.

He Was Going To Be Armed With His Wand - Which, Just Now, Felt Like Nothing More Than A Narrow Strip Of Wood - Against A Fifty-foot-high, Scaly, Spike-ridden, Fire-breathing Dragon.

I Know What You Are Known As . . . But To Me, You Will Always Be Tom Riddle. It Is One Of The Irritating Things About Old Teachers. I Am Afraid That They Never Quite Forget Their Charges’ Youthful Beginnings.