I Was Just Sitting On The Train,

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.

Don't Be Stupid, It's A Flying House!

I Was Supposed To Be Waiting Up Here When You Got Back, Only Your Phoenix Lot Got In The Way...” “yes, They Do That,” Said Dumbledore.

I Heard From My Dear Friend Tiberius Ogden, That You Can Produce A Patronus? For A Bonus Point...? Harry Raised His Wand, Looked Directly At Umbridge, And Imagined Her Being Sacked. Expecto Patronum! The Silver Stag Erupted From The End Of His Wand And Cantered The Length Of The Hall.

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.