I Must Admit, Peter, I Have Difficulty

They Were Bullyin' Him, Hermione, 'cause He's So Small!" Said Hagrid. "small?" Said Hermione. "small?" "hermione, I Couldn't Leave Him," Said Hagrid, Tears Now Trickling Down His Bruised Face Into His Beard. "see -- He's My Brother!

I Sat And Thought For Four (delayed Train) Hours, And All The Details Bubbled Up In My Brain, And This Scrawny, Black-haired, Bespectacled Boy Who Didn't Know He Was A Wizard Became More And More Real To Me.

Harry: This Book Belongs To Harry Potter. Ron: Shared By Ron Weasley, Because His Fell Apart. Hermione: Why Don't You Buy A New One Then? Ron: Write On Your Own Book, Hermione. Hermione: You Bought All Those Dungbombs On Saturday. You Could Have Bought A New Book Instead. Ron: Dungbombs Rule.

You Think The Dead We Loved Truly Ever Leave Us? You Think That We Don't Recall Them More Clearly In Times Of Great Trouble?

We Shall Trespass Upon Your Aunt And Uncle's Hospitality Only A Little Longer.' You Will, Will You?' Yes,' Said Dumbledore Simply, 'i Shall.