Contemplating The Task Ahead Would Not Make

Wow, We're Identical!

Maybe A Man In A Million Could Unite The Hallows, Harry. I Was Fit Only To Possess The Meanest Of Them, The Least Extraordinary. I Was Fit To Own The Elder Wand, And Not To Boast Of It, And Not To Kill With It. I Was Permitted To Tame And To Use It, Because I Took It, Not For Gain, But To Save Others From It.

If Anyone Wanted Ter Find Out Some Stuff, All They’d Have Ter Do Would Be Ter Follow The Spiders. That’d Lead ‘em Right! That’s All I’m Sayin’.

Turn To Page Three Hundred And Ninety-four.

Ah Well... Wand Still In Your Jeans? Both Buttocks Still On? Okay, Let’s Go.