Harry, Cedric, I Suggest You Both Go

Your Great Puddin' Of A Son Don' Need Fattin' Anymore Dursley, Don't Worry

Hey, Look — Harry’s Got A Weasley Sweater, Too!” Fred And George Were Wearing Blue Sweaters, One With A Large Yellow F On It, The Other A G. “harry’s Is Better Than Ours, Though,” Said Fred, Holding Up Harry’s Sweater. “she Obviously Makes More Of An Effort If You’re Not Family.

A Lemon Drop. They're A Kind Of Muggle Sweet I'm Rather Fond Of.

Blimey,” Said The Other Twin. “are You — ?” “he Is,” Said The First Twin. “aren’t You?” He Added To Harry. “what?” Said Harry. “harry Potter,” Chorused The Twins. “oh, Him,” Said Harry. “i Mean, Yes, I Am.

Go On, Have A Pasty," Said Harry, Who Had Never Had Anything To Share Before Or, Indeed, Anyone To Share It With. It Was A Nice Feeling, Sitting There With Ron, Eating Their Way Through All Harry's Pasties, Cakes, And Candies (the Sandwiches Lay Forgotten).