I Don't Expect You Will Really Understand

What Must Strike Any Intelligent Witch Or Wizard On Studying The So-called History Of The Elder Wand Is That Every Man Who Claims To Have Owned It Has Insisted That It Is "unbeatable," When The Known Facts Of Its Passage Through Many Owners' Hands Demonstrate That Has It Not Only Been Beaten Hundreds Of Times, But That It Also Attracts Trouble As Grumble The Grubby Goat Attracted Flies.

She Picked Up The Book And Then Walked Back Past Him Into The Tent, But As She Did So, She Brushed The Top Of His Head Lightly With Her Hand. He Closed His Eyes At Her Touch, And Hated Himself For Wishing That What She Said Was True: That Dumbledore Had Really Cared.

There Is No Shame In What You Are Feeling, Harry,' Said Dumbledore's Voice. 'on The Contrary... The Fact That You Can Feel Pain Like This Is Your Greatest Strength.

As Far As Informing The Headmaster, Harry Had No Idea Where Dumbledore Went During The Summer Holidays. He Amused Himself For A Moment, Picturing Dumbledore, With His Long Silver Beard, Full-length Wizard's Robes, And Pointed Hat, Stretched Out On A Beach Somewhere, Rubbing Suntan Lotion Onto His Long Crooked Nose.

Fred, You Next," The Plump Woman Said. "i'm Not Fred, I'm George," Said The Boy. "honestly, Woman, You Call Yourself Our Mother? Can't You Tell I'm George?" "sorry, George, Dear." "only Joking, I Am Fred," Said The Boy And Off He Went.