Even If I Could, I Wouldn't. Scars

Do I Look Stupid?" Snarled Uncle Vernon, A Bit Of Fried Egg Dangling From His Bushy Mustache.

I Feel I Owe You Another Explanation Harry," Said Dumbledore Hesitantly. "you May, Perhaps, Wondered Why I Never Chose You As A Prefect? I Must Confess...that I Rather Thought...you Had Enough Responsibility To Be Going On With." Harry Looked Up At Him And Saw A Tear Trickling Down Dumbledore's Face Into His Long Silver Beard.

And It's Gryfindor In Possession Again, As Johnson Takes The Quaffle - Flint Alongside Her - Poke Him In The Eye, Angelina - It Was A Joke, Professor, It Was A Joke.

The Success Of Harry Potter Has Given Me Lots Of Freedom. I Can Pay My Bills, And I Don't Have To Prove Anything To Anyone Anymore.

Are You Trying To Weasel Out Of Showing Us Any Of This Stuff?" Said Zacharias Smith. "here's An Idea," Said Ron Loudly, "why Don't You Shut Your Mouth?" "well, We've All Turned Up To Learn From Him, And Now He's Telling Us He Can't Really Do Any Of It," He Said. "that's Not What He Said," Said Fred Weasley. "would You Like Us To Clean Out Your Ears For You?" Inquired George, Pulling A Long And Lethal-looking Metal Instrument From Inside One Of The Zonko's Bags. "or Any Part Of Your Body, Really, We're Not Fussy Where We Stick This," Said Fred.