It Was Not, After All, So Easy

The Chasers Throw The Quaffle And Put It Through The Hoops To Score,” Harry Recited. “so — That’s Sort Of Like Basketball On Broomsticks With Six Hoops, Isn’t It?” “what’s Basketball?” Said Wood Curiously. “never Mind,” Said Harry Quickly.

Do I Look Stupid?" Snarled Uncle Vernon, A Bit Of Fried Egg Dangling From His Bushy Mustache.

Maybe He Murdered Myrtle; That Would’ve Done Everyone A Favor. . . .

I Hope That Even If You Remember Not A Single Word Of Mine, You Remember Those Of Seneca, Another Of Those Old Romans I Met When I Fled Down The Classics Corridor, In Retreat From Career Ladders, In Search Of Ancient Wisdom: As Is A Tale, So Is Life: Not How Long It Is, But How Good It Is, Is What Matters.

Harry Was Just Thinking That All He Needed Was For Dumbledore's Pet Bird To Die While He Was All Alone In The Office With It, When The Bird Burst Into Flames.