By All Means Continue Destroying My Possessions.

The Opportunity Was Too Perfect To Miss. Harry Crept Silently Around Behind Malfoy, Crabbe, And Goyle, Bent Down, And Scooped A Large Handful Of Mud Out Of The Path. 'we Were Just Talking About Your Friend Hagrid,' Malfoy Said To Ron. 'just Trying To Imagine What He's Saying To The Committee For The Disposal Of Dangerous Creatures. D'you Think He'll Cry When They Cut Off His Hippogriff's—' Splat. Malfoy's Head Jerked Back As The Mud Hit Him; His Silverblond Hair Was Suddenly Dripping In Muck.

There Is No Good And Evil, There Is Only Power And Those Too Weak To Seek It.

We Teachers Are Rather Good At Magic, You Know.

Harry And Hermione Are Very Platonic Friends. But I Won't Answer For Anyone Else, Nudge-nudge Wink-wink!

Cinderella? Snow White? What's That? An Illness?