The Happiest Man On Earth Would Be

That Evening, Dudley Paraded Around The Living Room For The Family In His Brand New Uniform...as He Looked At Dudley In His New Knickerbockers, Uncle Vernon Said Gruffly That If Was The Proudest Moment Of His Life. Aunt Petunia Burst Into Tears And Said She Couldn't Believe It Was Her Ickle Dudleykins, He Looked So Handsome And Grown-up. Harry Didn't Trust Himself To Speak. He Thought Two Of His Ribs Might Already Have Cracked From Trying Not To Laugh.

They Heard The Click Of The Mail Slot And Flop Of Letters On The Doormat. "get The Mail, Dudley," Said Uncle Vernon From Behind His Paper. "make Harry Get It." "get The Mail, Harry." "make Dudley Get It." "poke Him With Your Smelting Stick, Dudley.

For That Was The Terrible Power Of The Dementors: To Force Their Victims To Relive The Worst Memories Of Their Lives, And Drown, Powerless, In Theirown Despair. . . .

Devil’s Snare, Devil’s Snare . . . What Did Professor Sprout Say? — It Likes The Dark And The Damp —” “so Light A Fire!” Harry Choked. “yes — Of Course — But There’s No Wood!” Hermoine Cried, Wringing Her Hands. “have You Gone Mad?” Ron Bellowed. “are You A Witch Or Not?

And It's Gryfindor In Possession Again, As Johnson Takes The Quaffle - Flint Alongside Her - Poke Him In The Eye, Angelina - It Was A Joke, Professor, It Was A Joke.