Read A Lot. Reading Really Helps. Read

Life Is Not A Check-list Of Acquisition Or Achievement.

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.

Print Will Never Die. There's No Substitute For The Feel Of An Actual Book. I Adore Physically Turning Pages, And Being Able To Underline Passages And Not Worrying About Dropping Them In The Bath Or Running Out Of Power. I Also Find Print Books Objects Of Beauty.

As Harry And Ron Rounded The Clump Of Trees Behind Which Harry Had First Heard The Dragons Roar, A Witch Leapt Out From Behind Them. It Was Rita Skeeter. She Was Wearing Acid-green Robes Today; The Quick-quotes Quill In Her Hand Blended Perfectly Against Them. "congratulations, Harry!' She Said Beaming At Him. "i Wonder If You Could Give Me A Quick Word? How You Felt Facing That Dragon? How Do You Feel Now About The Fairness Of The Scoring?" "yeah, You Can Have A Word," Said Harry Savagely. "goodbye!

I Think That I've Had A Very Strange Life.