Knocking The Shrieking Goblins Aside Like Skittles

I Don't Think You Should Be An Auror, Harry," Said Luna Unexpectedly. Everybody Looked At Her. "the Aurors Are Part Of The Rotfang Conspiracy, I Thought Everyone Knew That. They're Working To Bring Down The Ministry Of Magic From Within Using A Mixture Of Dark Magic And Gum Disease.

And Harry, With The Unerring Skill Of The Seeker, Caught The Wand In His Free Hand As Voldemort Fell Backward, Arms Splayed, The Slit Pupils Of The Scarlet Eyes Rolling Upward. Tom Riddle Hit The Floor With A Mundane Finality, His Body Feeble And Shrunken, The White Hands Empty, The Snakelike Face Vacant And Unknowing. Voldemort Was Dead, Killed By His Own Rebounding Curse, And Harry Stood With Two Wands In His Hands, Staring Down At His Enemy's Shell.

Crackers!” Said Dumbledore Enthusiastically, Offering The End Of A Large Silver Noisemaker To Snape, Who Took It Reluctantly.

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What Are You Doing With All Those Books Anyway?" Ron Asked. Just Trying To Decide Which Ones To Take With Us," Said Hermione. When We're Looking For The Horcruxes." Oh, Of Course," Said Ron, Clapping A Hand To His Forehead. "i Forgot We'll Be Hunting Down Voldemort In A Mobile Library.