In Magic, Man Has To Rely On

It Was As Though They Had Been Plunged Into A Fabulous Dream. This, Thought Harry, Was Surely The Only Way To Travel - Past Swirls And Turrets Of Snowy Cloud, In A Car Full Of Hot, Bright Sunlight, With A Fat Pack Of Toffees In The Glove Compartment.

I'm Dying!" Malfoy Yelled, As The Class Panicked. "i'm Dying, Look At Me! It's Killed Me!

Whatever House I'm In, I Hope She's Not In It.

Well I Think It Is Often The Case That The Biggest Bullies Take What They Know To Be Their Own Defects, As They See It, And They Put Them Right On Someone Else And Then They Try And Destroy The Other And That's What Voldemort Does.

I Loved Writing Dumbledore And He Is The Epitome Of Goodness.