To Harry Potter — The Boy Who

Fawkes Is A Phoenix, Harry. Phoenixes Burst Into Flame When It Is Time For Them To Die And Are Reborn From The Ashes.

Worst That Can Happen Is Hagrid’ll Have To Get Rid Of The Skrewts. Sorry ... Did I Say Worst? I Meant Best.

Personal Happiness Lies In Knowing That Life Is Not A Checklist Of Acquisition. Your Qualifications Are Not Your Life.

Oh Please," Said Zacharias Smith, Rolling His Eyes And Folding His Arms. "i Don't Think Expelliarmus Is Exactly Going To Help Us Against You-know-who, Do You?" "i've Used It Against Him," Harry Said Quietly. "it Saved My Life Last June.

Gilderoy Lockhart Is Also A Lot Like Someone I Once Knew, But I Don't Think I'd Better Elaborate!