No Witch Has Ever Claimed To Own

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

I Know How To Use A Fellytone Now.

What Would Come, Would Come...and You Would Have To Meet It, When It Did.

Devil’s Snare, Devil’s Snare . . . What Did Professor Sprout Say? — It Likes The Dark And The Damp —” “so Light A Fire!” Harry Choked. “yes — Of Course — But There’s No Wood!” Hermoine Cried, Wringing Her Hands. “have You Gone Mad?” Ron Bellowed. “are You A Witch Or Not?

Honestly, If You Were Any Slower, You’d Be Going Backward.