Maybe He Murdered Myrtle; That Would’ve Done

There Was A Lot More To Magic, As Harry Quickly Found Out, Than Waving Your Wand And Saying A Few Funny Words.

I Dreamed I Was Buying New Shoes Last Night," Said Ron. "what D'ya Think That's Gonna Mean?" "probably That You're Going To Be Eaten By A Giant Marshmallow Or Something," Said Harry.

I Am Not Trying To Influence Anyone Into Black Magic. That Is The Very Last Thing I'd Want To Do.

What Are We Doing Here? Has Something Gone Wrong?” “oh No, Ron,” Came Fred’s Voice, Very Sarcastically. “no, This Is Exactly Where We Wanted To End Up.

We Let Off A Dungbomb In The Corridor And It Upset Him For Some Reason—" "so He Hauled Us Off To His Office And Started Threatening Us With The Usual—" "—detention—" "—disembowelment—