Oh, Shut Up Weatherby.

Hagrid, Look What I’ve Got For Relatives!” Harry Said Furiously. “look At The Dursleys!” “an Excellent Point,” Said Professor Dumbledore. “my Own Brother, Aberforth, Was Prosecuted For Practicing Inappropriate Charms On A Goat. It Was All Over The Papers, But Did Aberforth Hide? No, He Did Not! He Held His Head High And Went About His Business As Usual! Of Course, I’m Not Entirely Sure He Can Read, So That May Not Have Been Bravery. . . .

I've Decided To Call Him Norbert,' Said Hagrid, Looking At The Dragon With Misty Eyes. 'he Really Knows Me Now, Watch. Norbert! Norbert! Where's Mummy?' 'he's Lost His Marbles,' Ron Muttered In Harry's Ear. 'hagrid,' Said Harry Loudly, 'give It A Fortnight And Norbert's Going To Be As Big As Your House. Malfoy Could Go To Dumbledore At Any Moment. Hagrid Bit His Lip. 'i- I Know I Can't Jus' Dump Him, I Can't.' Harry Suddenly Turned To Ron. 'charlie,' He Said. 'you're Losing It Too,' Said Ron. 'i'm Ron, Remember?

I Believe In Hard Work And Luck, And That The First Often Leads To The Second

Remus Lupin Was Supposed To Be On The H.i.v. Metaphor. It Was Someone Who Had Been Infected Young, Who Suffered Stigma, Who Had A Fear Of Infecting Others, Who Was Terrified He Would Pass On His Condition To His Son. And It Was A Way Of Examining Prejudice, Unwarranted Prejudice Towards A Group Of People. And Also, Examining Why People Might Become Embittered When They're Treated That Unfairly.

But Who Could Bear To Know Which Stars Were Already Dead, She Thought, Blinking Up At The Night Sky; Could Anybody Stand To Know That They All Were?