The World Isn't Split Into Good People

Do You—do You Think I Want To—do You Think I Give A—i Don't Care What You Have To Say!" Harry Roared. "you Will," Said Dumbledore Sadly. "because You Are Not Nearly As Mad At Me As You Ought To Be. If You Are To Attack Me, As I Know You Are Close To Doing, I Would Like To Have Thoroughly Earned It.

We Are Only As Strong As We Are United, As Weak As We Are Divided.

I Had A Dream About A Motorcycle," Said Harry, Remembering Suddenly. "it Was Flying." Uncle Vernon Nearly Crashed Into The Car In Front. He Turned Right Around In His Seat And Yelled At Harry, His Face Like A Gigantic Beet With A Mustache: "motorcycles Don't Fly!" Dudley And Piers Sniggered. "i Know They Don't," Said Harry. "it Was Only A Dream.

It's The Same Story With A Few Crucial Additions; The Most Important One Is You.

You See, I, Unlike You, Have Been Made A Prefect, Which Means That I, Unlike You, Have The Power To Hand Out Punishments.” “yeah,” Said Harry, “but You, Unlike Me, Are A Git.