You Are — Truly Your Father’s Son,

Ron's Eyebrows Rose So High That They Were In Danger Of Disappearing Into His Hair.

Ooh, You Look Much Tastier Than Crabbe And Goyle, Harry" Said Hermione, Before Catching Sight Of Ron's Raised Eyebrows, Blushing Slightly And Saying "oh You Know What I Mean - Goyle's Potion Looked Like Bogies.

As Harry And Ron Rounded The Clump Of Trees Behind Which Harry Had First Heard The Dragons Roar, A Witch Leapt Out From Behind Them. It Was Rita Skeeter. She Was Wearing Acid-green Robes Today; The Quick-quotes Quill In Her Hand Blended Perfectly Against Them. "congratulations, Harry!' She Said Beaming At Him. "i Wonder If You Could Give Me A Quick Word? How You Felt Facing That Dragon? How Do You Feel Now About The Fairness Of The Scoring?" "yeah, You Can Have A Word," Said Harry Savagely. "goodbye!

Harry And Hermione Are Very Platonic Friends. But I Won't Answer For Anyone Else, Nudge-nudge Wink-wink!

One Of The Many Things I Learned At The End Of That Classics Corridor Down Which I Ventured At The Age Of 18, In Search Of Something I Could Not Then Define, Was This, Written By The Greek Author Plutarch: What We Achieve Inwardly Will Change Outer Reality. That Is An Astonishing Statement And Yet Proven A Thousand Times Every Day Of Our Lives. It Expresses, In Part, Our Inescapable Connection With The Outside World, The Fact That We Touch Other People’s Lives Simply By Existing.