Er — Have The Bludgers Ever Killed

Look . . . At . . . Me. . . .

He Missed Hogwarts So Much It Was Like Having A Constant Stomachache. He Missed The Castle, With Its Secret Passageways And Ghosts, His Classes, … The Mail Arriving By Owl, Eating Banquets In The Great Hall, Sleeping In His Four-poster Bed In The Tower Dormitory, Visiting The Gamekeeper, Hagrid, In His Cabin Next To The Forbidden Forest In The Grounds, And Especially, Quidditch, The Most Popular Sport In The Wizarding World

Great, Tell Me When You've Defeated Voldemort For Me, Will You?

The Chasers Throw The Quaffle And Put It Through The Hoops To Score,” Harry Recited. “so — That’s Sort Of Like Basketball On Broomsticks With Six Hoops, Isn’t It?” “what’s Basketball?” Said Wood Curiously. “never Mind,” Said Harry Quickly.

Well?" Ron Said Finally, Looking Up At Harry. "how Was It?" Harry Considered It For A Moment. "wet," He Said Truthfully. Ron Made A Noise That Might Have Indicated Jubilation Or Disgust, It Was Hard To Tell. "because She Was Crying," Harry Continued Heavily. "oh," Said Ron, His Smile Faded Slightly. "are You That Bad At Kissing?" "dunno," Said Harry, Who Hadn't Considered This, And Immediately Felt Rather Worried. "maybe I Am.