These Girls... They're Going To Kill Me,

Children Being Children, However, The Grotesque Hopping Pot Had Taken Hold Of Their Imaginations. The Solution Was To Jettison The Pro-muggle Moral But Keep The Warty Cauldron, So By The Middle Of The Sixteenth Century A Different Version Of The Tale Was In Wide Circulation Among Wizarding Families. In The Revised Story, The Hopping Pot Protects An Innocent Wizard From His Torch-bearing, Pitchfork-toting Neighbours By Chasing Them Away From The Wizard's Cottage, Catching Them And Swallowing Them Whole.

It's The Ability To Resist Failure, In Many Ways, Or Use Failure That Often Leads To The Greatest Success, Isn't It?

Yeah, Quirrell Was A Great Teacher. There Was Just That Minor Drawback Of Him Having Lord Voldemort Sticking Out Of The Back Of His Head!

Look...at...me..." He Whispered. The Green Eyes Found The Black, But After A Second, Something In The Depths Of The Dark Pair Seemed To Vanish, Leaving Them Fixed, Blank, And Empty. The Hand Holding Harry Thudded To The Floor, And Snape Moved No More.

Training For The Ballet, Potter?" Yelled Malfoy.