One Can Never Have Enough Socks

Only One Pair Was Still Battling, Apparently Unaware Of The New Arrival. Harry Saw Sirius Duck Bellatrix's Jet Of Red Light: He Was Laughing At Her. 'come On, You Can Do Better Than That!' He Yelled, His Voice Echoing Around The Cavernous Room. The Second Jet Of Light Hit Him Squarely In The Chest. The Laughter Had Not Quite Died From His Face, But His Eyes Widened In Shock.

Harry, Cedric, I Suggest You Both Go Up To Bed," Said Dumbledore, Smiling At Both Of Them. "i Am Sure Gryffindor And Hufflepuff Are Waiting To Celebrate With You, And It Would Be A Shame To Deprive Them Of This Excellent Excuse To Make A Great Deal Of Mess And Noise.

I Have Met Thousands Of Children Now, And Not Even One Time Has A Child Come Up To Me And Said, 'ms. Rowling, I'm So Glad I've Read These Books Because Now I Want To Be A Witch.'

I Make Mistakes Like The Next Man. In Fact, Being--forgive Me--rather Cleverer Than Most Men, My Mistakes Tend To Be Correspondingly Huger.

I Never Meant To Call You Mudblood, It Just-" Lily: "slipped Out? It’s Too Late. I’ve Made Excuses For You For Years. None Of My Friends Can Understand Why I Even Talk To You. You And Your Precious Little Death Eater Friends ... You’ve Chosen Your Way, I’ve Chosen Mine.