What's The Worst That Could Happen? Everyone

I Am Not Paying For Some Crackpot Old Fool To Teach Him Magic Tricks!" Yelled Uncle Vernon. Hagrid Seized His Pink Umbrella And Whirled It Over His Head "never -" He Thundered "- Insult -albus -dumbledore - In - Front - Of - Me!

He Did Not Know Or Care Whether They Were Wizards Or Muggles, Friends Or Foes; All He Cared About Was That A Dark Stain Was Spreading Across Dobby's Front, And That He Had Stretched Out His Thin Arms To Harry With A Look Of Supplication. Harry Caught Him And Laid Him Sideways On The Cool Grass. "dobby, No, Don't Die, Don't Die -" The Elf's Eyes Found Him, And His Lips Trembled With The Effort To Form Words. "harry...potter..." And Then With A Little Shudder The Elf Became Quite Still, And His Eyes Were Nothing More Than Great Glassy Orbs, Sprinkled With Light From The Stars They Could Not See.

I Don't Take Any Responsibility For The Lunatic Fringes Of My Own Religion.

Even If I Could, I Wouldn't. Scars Can Come In Handy. I Have One Myself Above My Left Knee That Is A Perfect Map Of The London Underground.

Tut, Tut — Fame Clearly Isn't Everything.