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Did You Like Question Ten, Moony?" Asked Sirius As They Emerged Into The Entrance Hall. "loved It," Said Lupin Briskly. "give Five Signs That Identify The Werewolf. Excellent Question." "d'you Think You Managed To Get All The Signs?" Said James In Tones Of Mock Concern. "think I Did," Said Lupin Seriously, As They Joined The Crowd Thronging Around The Front Doors Eager To Get Out Into The Sunlit Grounds. "one: He's Sitting On My Chair. Two: He's Wearing My Clothes. Three: His Name's Remus Lupin.

Children Being Children, However, The Grotesque Hopping Pot Had Taken Hold Of Their Imaginations. The Solution Was To Jettison The Pro-muggle Moral But Keep The Warty Cauldron, So By The Middle Of The Sixteenth Century A Different Version Of The Tale Was In Wide Circulation Among Wizarding Families. In The Revised Story, The Hopping Pot Protects An Innocent Wizard From His Torch-bearing, Pitchfork-toting Neighbours By Chasing Them Away From The Wizard's Cottage, Catching Them And Swallowing Them Whole.

Hello, Harry" Said George, Beaming At Him. "we Thought We Heard Your Dulcet Tones." "you Don't Want To Bottle Up Your Anger Like That, Harry, Let It All Out," Said Fred, Also Beaming. "there Might Be A Couple Of People Fifty Miles Away Who Didn't Hear You.

He Didn't Realize That Love As Powerful As Your Mother's For You Leaves Its Own Mark.

I Am Not Trying To Influence Anyone Into Black Magic. That Is The Very Last Thing I'd Want To Do.