Time Is Galleons, Little Brother.

That's The Perennial Appeal Of Magic - That We Ourselves Have Power And We Can Shape Our World. I Sometimes Think Its Very Analogous To Having A Lot Of Money That People Think - 'cause That's Kind Of Like A Super Power.

Next Time There’s A Ball, Ask Me Before Someone Else Does, And Not As A Last Resort!

You Know, I Don’t Get Why Fred And George Only Got Three O.w.l.s Each,” Said Harry, Watching As Fred, George, And Lee Collected Gold From The Eager Crowd. “they Really Know Their Stuff. . . .” “oh, They Only Know Flashy Stuff That’s No Real Use To Anyone,” Said Hermione Disparagingly. “no Real Use?” Said Ron In A Strained Voice. “hermione, They’ve Got About Twenty-six Galleons Already. . . .

Neville Kicked Aside The Broken Fragments Of His Own Wand As They Walked Slowly Toward The Door. "my Gran's Going Do Kill Be," Said Neville Thickly, Blood Spattering From His Nose As He Spoke, "dat Was By Dad's Old Wand.

Because That's What Hermione Does,' Said Ron, Shrugging. 'when In Doubt, Go To The Library.