The Mind Is Not A Book, To

If He Doesn't Stop Trying To Save Your Life He's Going To Kill You.

Everything That Fails Brings You Closer To What Works.

As Harry And Ron Rounded The Clump Of Trees Behind Which Harry Had First Heard The Dragons Roar, A Witch Leapt Out From Behind Them. It Was Rita Skeeter. She Was Wearing Acid-green Robes Today; The Quick-quotes Quill In Her Hand Blended Perfectly Against Them. "congratulations, Harry!' She Said Beaming At Him. "i Wonder If You Could Give Me A Quick Word? How You Felt Facing That Dragon? How Do You Feel Now About The Fairness Of The Scoring?" "yeah, You Can Have A Word," Said Harry Savagely. "goodbye!

Assuming I Survive Our Hunt For The Horcruxes, I’ll Find Mum And Dad And Lift The Enchantment. If I Don’t – Well, I Think I’ve Cast A Good Enough Charm To Keep Them Safe And Happy. Wendell And Monica Wilkins Don’t Know That They’ve Got A Daughter, You See.

No, Thanks," Said Harry. "the Toilet's Never Had Anything As Horrible As Your Head Down It— It Might Be Sick." Then He Ran, Before Dudley Could Work Out What He'd Said.