You Are Protected, In Short, By Your

Do You Mean Ter Tell Me," He Growled At The Dursleys, "that This Boy—this Boy!—knows Nothin' Abou'—about Anything?" Harry Thought This Was Going A Bit Far. He Had Been To School, After All, And His Marks Weren't Bad. I Know Some Things," He Said. "i Can, You Know, Do Math And Stuff.

His Eyes Are As Green As A Fresh Pickled Toad, His Hair Is As Dark As A Blackboard. I Wish He Was Mine, He's Really Divine, The Hero Who Conquered The Dark Lord.

The Idea That We Could Have A Child Who Escapes From The Confines Of The Adult World And Goes Somewhere Where He Has Power, Both Literally And Metaphorically, Really Appealed To Me.

Print Will Never Die. There's No Substitute For The Feel Of An Actual Book. I Adore Physically Turning Pages, And Being Able To Underline Passages And Not Worrying About Dropping Them In The Bath Or Running Out Of Power. I Also Find Print Books Objects Of Beauty.

It Was Strange How Your Brain Could Know What Your Heart Refused To Accept.