I Believe In Hard Work And Luck,

In March Several Of The Mandrakes Threw A Loud And Raucous Party In Greenhouse Three. This Made Professor Sprout Very Happy. “the Moment They Start Trying To Move Into Each Other’s Pots, We’ll Know They’re Fully Mature,” She Told Harry.

The Difficult Thing, The Glorious Thing, Was To Be Who You Really Were, Even If That Person Was Cruel Or Dangerous, Particularly If Cruel And Dangerous. There Was Courage In Not Distinguishing The Animal You Happened To Be. On The Other Hand, You Had To Avoid Pretending To Be More Of An Animal Than You Were: Take That Path, Start Exaggerating Or Faking And You Became Just Another Cubby, Just As Much Of A Liar, A Hypocrite

Hermione Drew Herself To Her Full Height; Her Eyes Were Narrowed And Her Hair Seemed To Crackle With Electricity. "no," She Said, Her Voice Quivering With Anger, "but I Will Write To Your Mother.

The Fame Thing Is Interesting Because I Never Wanted To Be Famous, And I Never Dreamt I Would Be Famous.

Hello, Harry!” She Said. “er — My Name’s Barny,” Said Harry, Flummoxed. “oh, Have You Changed That Too?” She Asked Brightly. “how Did You Know — ?” “oh, Just Your Expression,” She Said. Like Her Father, Luna Was Wearing Bright Yellow Robes, Which She Had Accessorized With A Large Sunflower In Her Hair. Once You Got Over The Brightness Of It All, The General Effect Was Quite Pleasant. At Least There Were No Radishes Dangling From Her Ears.