Play To Your Strengths." "i Haven’t Got

You Can Exist Without Your Soul, You Know, As Long As Your Brain And Heart Are Still Working. But You’ll Have No Sense Of Self Anymore, No Memory, No . . . Anything. There’s No Chance At All Of Recovery. You’ll Just — Exist. As An Empty Shell. And Your Soul Is Gone Forever . . . Lost.

And His Knowledge Remained Woefully Incomplete, Harry! That Which Voldemort Does Not Value, He Takes No Trouble To Comprehend. Of House-elves And Children's Tales, Of Love, Loyalty, And Innocence, Voldemort Knows And Understands Nothing. Nothing. That They All Have A Power Beyond His Own, A Power Beyond The Reach Of Any Magic, Is A Truth He Has Never Grasped.

I Don't Mean To Be Rude—" He Began, In A Tone That Threatened Rudeness In Every Syllable. "yet, Sadly, Accidental Rudeness Occurs Alarmingly Often," Dumbledore Finished The Sentence Gravely.

Enter, Stranger, But Take Heed Of What Awaits The Sin Of Greed, For Those Who Take, But Do Not Earn, Must Pay Most Dearly In Their Turn. So If You Seek Beneath Our Floors A Treasure That Was Never Yours, Thief, You Have Been Warned, Beware Of Finding More Than Treasure There.

Voldemort Is Playing A Very Clever Game. Declaring Himself Might Have Provoked Open Rebellion. Remaining Masked Has Created Confusion, Uncertainty, And Fear.