Clever As I Am, I Remain Just

Harry Had The Impression That Even The Barman Was Listening In. He Was Wiping The Same Glass With The Filthy Rag; It Was Becoming Steadily Dirtier.

Why Don't You Confer With Mr. Finnigan? As I Recall, He Has A Particular Proclivity For Pyrotechnics.

But I Don’t Think I’ve Ever Known Such A Natural At Potions!” Said Slughorn. “instinctive, You Know — Like His Mother! I’ve Only Ever Taught A Few With This Kind Of Ability, I Can Tell You That, Sybill — Why Even Severus —” And To Harry’s Horror, Slughorn Threw Out An Arm And Seemed To Scoop Snape Out Of Thin Air Toward Them.

You Are — Truly Your Father’s Son, Harry. . . .

She Picked Up The Book And Then Walked Back Past Him Into The Tent, But As She Did So, She Brushed The Top Of His Head Lightly With Her Hand. He Closed His Eyes At Her Touch, And Hated Himself For Wishing That What She Said Was True: That Dumbledore Had Really Cared.