Perhaps Just One More, Master Harry, For

Gotta Bone Ter Pick With Yeh. I've Heard You've Bin Givin' Out Signed Photos. How Come I Haven't Got One?

The Opportunity Was Too Perfect To Miss. Harry Crept Silently Around Behind Malfoy, Crabbe, And Goyle, Bent Down, And Scooped A Large Handful Of Mud Out Of The Path. 'we Were Just Talking About Your Friend Hagrid,' Malfoy Said To Ron. 'just Trying To Imagine What He's Saying To The Committee For The Disposal Of Dangerous Creatures. D'you Think He'll Cry When They Cut Off His Hippogriff's—' Splat. Malfoy's Head Jerked Back As The Mud Hit Him; His Silverblond Hair Was Suddenly Dripping In Muck.

Worst That Can Happen Is Hagrid’ll Have To Get Rid Of The Skrewts. Sorry ... Did I Say Worst? I Meant Best.

The Presence Of Hundreds Of Books Had Finally Convinced Hermione That What They Were Doing Was Right.

Mad Eye' Moody On The Avada Kedavra Curse: "not Nice," He Said Calmly. "not Pleasant. And There's No Counter Curse. There's No Blocking It. Only One Known Person Has Ever Survived It, And He's Sitting Right In Front Of Me.