I Scared Stephen King.

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.

Yeah, Well, Food's One Of The Five Exceptions To Gamp's Law Of Elemental Transfigurations," Said Ron, To General Astonishment.

Anything's Possible If You've Got Enough Nerve. I Was Determined To Try. I Was Determined To Try Because, Frankly, My Life Was Such A Mess At This Point, What - What Was The Worst That Could Happen? Everyone Turn Me Down? Big Deal.

Deliberately Causing Mayhem In Snape's Potions Class Was About As Safe As Poking A Sleeping Dragon In The Eye.

This Exchange Marked The Beginning Of Mr. Malfoy's Long Campaign To Have Me Removed From My Post As Headmaster Of Hogwarts, And Of Mine To Have Him Removed From His Position As Lord Voldemort's Favorite Death Eater. My Response Prompted Several Further Letters From Mr. Malfoy, But As They Consisted Mainly Of Opprobrious Remarks On My Sanity, Parentage, And Hygiene, Their Relevance To This Commentary Is Remote.