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I Had A Dream About A Motorcycle," Said Harry, Remembering Suddenly. "it Was Flying." Uncle Vernon Nearly Crashed Into The Car In Front. He Turned Right Around In His Seat And Yelled At Harry, His Face Like A Gigantic Beet With A Mustache: "motorcycles Don't Fly!" Dudley And Piers Sniggered. "i Know They Don't," Said Harry. "it Was Only A Dream.

We Did It, We Bashed Them Wee Potter's The One, And Voldy's Gone Moldy, So Now Let's Have Fun!

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, And Prongs,” Sighed George, Patting The Heading Of The Map. “we Owe Them So Much.” “noble Men, Working Tirelessly To Help A New Generation Of Law-breakers,” Said Fred Solemnly.

Yes, Well, Principles Are Sometimes The Problem, If You Ask Me,' Said Miles. 'often What's Needed Is A Bit Of Common Sense.' 'which Is The Name People Usually Give To Their Prejudices,' Rejoined Kay.

Ah Well... Wand Still In Your Jeans? Both Buttocks Still On? Okay, Let’s Go.