Here Lies Dobby, A Free Elf.

Hand Over The Prophecy And No One Need Get Hurt," Said Malfoy Coolly. It Was Harry's Turn To Laugh. "yeah, Right!" He Said. "i Will Give You This - Prophecy, Is It? And You'll Just Let Us Skip Off Home, Will You?

Curious Indeed How These Things Happen. The Wand Chooses The Wizard, Remember...i Think We Must Expect Great Things From You, Mr. Potter... After All, He-who-must-not-be-named Did Great Things — Terrible, Yes, But Great.

You’ll Soon Find Out Some Wizarding Families Are Much Better Than Others, Potter. You Don’t Want To Go Making Friends With The Wrong Sort. I Can Help You There.” He Held Out His Hand To Shake Harry’s, But Harry Didn’t Take It. “i Think I Can Tell Who The Wrong Sort Are For Myself, Thanks,” He Said Coolly.

'you All Righ'?' He Said Gruffly. 'yeah,' Said Harry. 'no, Yeh're Not,' Said Hagrid. 'of Course Yeh're Not. But Yeh Will Be.'

You Look In Excellent Health To Me, Potter, So You Will Excuse Me If I Don't Let You Off Homework Today. I Assure You That If You Do Die, You Need Not Hand It In.