Bill, Don’t Look At Me — I’m

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.

In Magic, Man Has To Rely On Himself. So, In Religion, Of Course, You're Looking For Outside Support But That's The Appeal Of Magic.

You Place Too Much Importance... On The So-called Purity Of Blood! You Fail To Recognize That It Matters Not What Someone Is Born, But What They Grow To Be!

Nothing More Or Less Than The Deepest, Most Desperate Desire Of Our Hearts.

Devil’s Snare, Devil’s Snare . . . What Did Professor Sprout Say? — It Likes The Dark And The Damp —” “so Light A Fire!” Harry Choked. “yes — Of Course — But There’s No Wood!” Hermoine Cried, Wringing Her Hands. “have You Gone Mad?” Ron Bellowed. “are You A Witch Or Not?