I Imagine Them Very Clearly And Then

Makes A Diff'rence, Havin' A Decent Family,' He Said. 'me Dad Was Decent. An' Your Mum An' Dad Were Decent. If They'd Lived, Life Woulda Bin Diff'rent, Eh?' 'yeah, I S'pose,' Said Harry Cautiously. Hagrid Seemed To Be In A Very Strange Mood. 'family,' Said Hagrid Gloomily. 'whatever Yeh Say, Blood's Important.

I'm Sure That I'll Never Have Another Success Like Harry Potter For The Rest Of My Life, No Matter How Many Books I Write, And No Matter Whether They're Good Or Bad.

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach Us Something Please, Whether We Be Old And Bald, Or Young With Scabby Knees, Our Heads Could Do With Filling With Some Interesting Stuff, For Now They're Bare And Full Of Air, Dead Flies And Bits Of Fluff, So Teach Us Something Worth Knowing, Bring Us Back What We've Forgot, Just Do Your Best, We'll Do The Rest, And Learn Until Our Brains All Rot.

The Sky Was A Cold Iron-grey, Like The Underside Of A Shield. A Sharp Breeze Lifted The Hems Of Skirts And Rattled The Leaves On The Immature Trees; A Spiteful, Chill Wind That Sought Out Your Weakest Places, The Nape Of Your Neck And Your Knees, And Which Denied You The Comfort Of Dreaming, Of Retreating A Little From Reality.

He Was Tall, Thin, And Very Old, Judging By The Silver Of His Hair And Beard, Which Were Both Long Enough To Tuck Into His Belt. He Was Wearing Long Robes, A Purple Cloak That Swept The Ground, And High-heeled, Buckled Boots. His Blue Eyes Were Light, Bright, And Sparkling Behind Half-moon Spectacles And His Nose Was Very Long And Crooked, As Though It Had Been Broken At Least Twice. This Man's Name Was Albus Dumbledore.