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What Happened Down In The Dungeons Between You And Professor Quirrell Is A Complete Secret, So, Naturally The Whole School Knows.

Howard Was Almost As Fond Of This Hall As He Was Of His Own Shop. The Brownies Used It On Tuesdays, And The Women's Institute On Wednesdays. It Had Hosted Jumble Sales And Jubilee Celebrations, Wedding Receptions And Wakes, And It Smelled Of All Of These Things: Of Stale Clothes And Coffee Urns, And The Ghosts Of Home-baked Cakes And Meat Salads; Of Dust And Human Bodies; But Primarily Of Aged Wood And Stone.

And Sure Enough, In Seeking To Become Superhuman This Foolhardy Young Man Renders Himself Inhuman. The Heart That He Has Locked Away Slowly Shrivels And Grows Hair, Symbolising His Own Descent To Beasthood.

Lily And James Only Made You Secret-keeper Because I Suggested It,” Black Hissed, So Venomously That Pettigrew Took A Step Backward. “i Thought It Was The Perfect Plan... A Bluff... Voldemort Would Be Sure To Come After Me, Would Never Dream They’d Use A Weak, Talentless Thing Like You... It Must Have Been The Finest Moment Of Your Miserable Life, Telling Voldemort You Could Hand Him The Potters.

Albus Severus," Harry Said Quietly, So That Nobody But Ginny Could Hear, And She Was Tactful Enough To Pretend To Be Waving To Rose, Who Was Now On The Train, "you Were Named For Two Headmasters Of Hogwarts. One Of Them Was A Slytherin And He Was Probably The Bravest Man I Ever Knew.