We Slytherins Are Brave, Yes, But Not

What Are You Doing With All Those Books Anyway?" Ron Asked. Just Trying To Decide Which Ones To Take With Us," Said Hermione. When We're Looking For The Horcruxes." Oh, Of Course," Said Ron, Clapping A Hand To His Forehead. "i Forgot We'll Be Hunting Down Voldemort In A Mobile Library.

So After E, It’s A For ‘acceptable,’ And That’s The Last Pass Grade, Isn’t It?” “yep,” Said Fred, Dunking An Entire Roll In His Soup, Transferring It To His Mouth, And Swallowing It Whole. “then You Get P For ‘poor’ ” — Ron Raised Both His Arms In Mock Celebration — “and D For ‘dreadful.’ ” “and Then T,” George Reminded Him. “t?” Asked Hermione, Looking Appalled. “even Lower Than A D? What On Earth Does That Stand For?” “ ‘troll,’ ” Said George Promptly.

Aunt Petunia Burst Into Tears. Hestia Jones Gave Her An Approving Look That Changed To Outrage As Aunt Petunia Ran Forward And Embraced Dudley Rather Than Harry. 's-so Sweet, Dudders...' She Sobbed Into His Massive Chest. 's-such A Lovely B-boy...s-saying Thank You...' 'but He Hadn't Said Thank You At All!' Said Hestia Indignantly. 'he Only Said He Didn't Think Harry Was A Waste Of Space!' 'yeah, But Coming From Dudley That's Like "i Love You.

There Is An Expiry Date On Blaming Your Parents For Steering You In The Wrong Direction; The Moment You Are Old Enough To Take The Wheel, Responsibility Lies With You.

Everybody Finished The Song At Different Times. At Last, Only The Weasley Twins Were Left Singing Along To A Very Slow Funeral March.