Daddy, Look — One Of The Gnomes

Dumbledore Was On His Feet Again, Pale As Any Of The Surrounding Inferi, But Taller Than Any Too, The Fire Dancing In His Eyes; His Wand Was Raised Like A Torch And From Its Tip Emanated The Flames, Like A Vast Lasso, Encircling Them All With Warmth.

Sounded Like A Load Of Waffle To Me." "there Was Some Important Stuff Hidden In The Waffle.

It Was His Own Grief Turned Magically To Song.

Now, It Is The View Of The Ministry That A Theoretical Knowledge Will Be More Than Sufficient To Get You Through Your Examination, Which, After All, Is What School Is All About.

Whatever Happens To Your Body, Your Soul Will Survive, Untouched.