Even You-know-who Can't Split Himself Into Seven.

Harry Looked Down And Saw Deep Green Mountains And Lakes, Coppery In The Sunset.

Prongs Rode Again Last Night... You Know, Harry, In A Way, You Did See Your Father Last Night... You Found Him Inside Yourself.

Poverty Entails Fear And Stress And Sometimes Depression. It Meets A Thousand Petty Humiliations And Hardships. Climbing Out Of Poverty By Your Own Efforts That Is Something On Which To Pride Yourself But Poverty Itself Is Romanticized By Fools.

I Tell You, That Dragon's The Most Horrible Animal I've Ever Met, But The Way Hagrid Goes On About It, You'd Think It Was A Fluffy Little Bunny Rabbit.

He Never Seemed To Grasp The Immense Mutability Of Human Nature, Nor To Appreciate That Behind Every Nondescript Face Lay A Wild And Unique Hinterland Like His Own.