To Harry Potter — The Boy Who

Oh, I'm So Glad We Know What It's Called, That's A Great Help," Snarled Ron, Leaning Back, Trying To Stop The Plant From Curling Around His Neck.

Harry: This Book Belongs To Harry Potter. Ron: Shared By Ron Weasley, Because His Fell Apart. Hermione: Why Don't You Buy A New One Then? Ron: Write On Your Own Book, Hermione. Hermione: You Bought All Those Dungbombs On Saturday. You Could Have Bought A New Book Instead. Ron: Dungbombs Rule.

All We Do Is Read The Stupid Textbook," Said Ron.

You Place Too Much Importance... On The So-called Purity Of Blood! You Fail To Recognize That It Matters Not What Someone Is Born, But What They Grow To Be!

Happiness Can Be Found, Even In The Darkest Of Times, If One Only Remembers To Turn On The Light.