Hagrid. You Live In A Wooden House!

Muggles Have Garden Gnomes, Too, You Know," Harry Told Ron As They Crossed The Lawn. "yeah, I've Seen Those Things They Think Are Gnomes," Said Ron, Bent Double With His Head In A Peony Bush, "like Fat Little Santa Clauses With Fishing Rods.

How D’you Spell ‘belligerent’?” Said Ron, Shaking His Quill Very Hard While Staring At His Parchment. “it Can’t Be B — U — M —” “no, It Isn’t,” Said Hermione. “and ‘augury’ Doesn’t Begin O — R — G Either.

Sword? Haven't Got A Sword. That Boy Has, Though. He'll Lend You One.

I've Laid My Friends Bare.

This Was Their First Encounter With The Fact That A Full Stomach Meant Good Spirits; An Empty One, Bickering And Gloom.