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'it Was Stupid, Thinking It Was Him, I Mean, I Knew He Was Dead' Harry Muttered. 'you Think The Dead We Loved Ever Truly Leave Us? You Think That We Don't Recall Them More Clearly Than Ever In Times Of Great Trouble? Your Father Is Alive In You, Harry, And Shows Himself Most Plainly When You Have Need Of Him....you Know, Harry, In A Way You Did See Your Father Last Night....you Found Him Inside Yourself.'

One Of The Many Things I Learned At The End Of That Classics Corridor Down Which I Ventured At The Age Of 18, In Search Of Something I Could Not Then Define, Was This, Written By The Greek Author Plutarch: What We Achieve Inwardly Will Change Outer Reality. That Is An Astonishing Statement And Yet Proven A Thousand Times Every Day Of Our Lives. It Expresses, In Part, Our Inescapable Connection With The Outside World, The Fact That We Touch Other People’s Lives Simply By Existing.

Ron, We're Supposed To Show The First Years Where To Go!" "oh Yeah," Said Ron, Who Had Obviously Forgotten. "hey -- Hey You Lot! Midgets!

Dobby Has No Master. Dobby Is A Free Elf!

It Was As Though They Had Been Plunged Into A Fabulous Dream. This, Thought Harry, Was Surely The Only Way To Travel - Past Swirls And Turrets Of Snowy Cloud, In A Car Full Of Hot, Bright Sunlight, With A Fat Pack Of Toffees In The Glove Compartment.