I Am Proud Of Having Done What

We Teachers Are Rather Good At Magic, You Know.

What's That Supposed To Be Anyway?" Said Fred Squinting At Dobby's Painting. "looks Like A Gibbon With Two Black Eyes!" "it's Harry," Said George Pointing At The Back Of The Picture. "says So On The Back." "good Likeness," Said Fred Grinning. Harry Threw His New Homework Diary At Him.

Perfection Is Not Necessary To Make A Real And Lasting Difference To Other People's Lives.

I Loved Writing For Kids, I Loved Talking To Children About What I'd Written, I Don't Want To Leave That Behind.

Directly Above Them, Framed In The Doorway From The Brain Room, Stood Albus Dumbledore, His Wand Aloft, His Face White And Furious. Harry Felt A Kind Of Electric Charge Surge Through Every Particle Of His Body - They Were Saved.