Never Tickle A Sleeping Dragon.

But You're Dead,' Said Harry. 'oh, Yes,' Said Dumbledore Matter-of-factly. 'then... Am I Dead Too?' 'ah,' Said Dumbledore, Smiling Still More Broadly. 'that Is The Question, Isn't It? On The Whole, Dear Boy, I Think Not.

On And On They Flew, Over The Countryside Parceled Out In Patches Of Green And Brown, Over Roads And Rivers Winding Through The Landscapes Like Strips Of Matte And Glossy Ribbon.

Read A Lot. Reading Really Helps. Read Anything You Can Get Your Hands On.

The Best Of Us Must Sometimes Eat Our Words.

Harry!" Said Fred, Elbowing Percy Out Of The Way And Bowing Deeply. "simply Splendid To See You, Old Boy-" "marvelous," Said George, Pushing Fred Aside And Seizing Harry's Hand In Turn. "absolutely Spiffing." Percy Scowled. "that's Enough, Now," Said Mrs. Weasley. "mum!" Said Fred As Though He'd Only Just Spotted Her And Seizing Her Hand Too. "how Really Corking To See You-