To Harry Potter — The Boy Who

I Remember Every Wand I’ve Ever Sold, Mr. Potter. Every Single Wand. It So Happens That The Phoenix Whose Tail Feather Is In Your Wand, Gave Another Feather — Just One Other. It Is Very Curious Indeed That You Should Be Destined For This Wand When Its Brother — Why, Its Brother Gave You That Scar.

I’ll Make Goyle Do Lines, It’ll Kill Him, He Hates Writing,” Said Ron Happily. He Lowered His Voice To Goyle’s Low Grunt And, Screwing Up His Face In A Look Of Pained Concentration, Mimed Writing In Midair. “i... Must... Not... Look... Like... A... Baboon’s... Backside.

Oh, These People's Minds Work In Strange Ways, Petunia, They're Not Like You And Me," Said Uncle Vernon, Trying To Knock In A Nail With The Piece Of Fruitcake Aunt Petunia Had Just Brought Him.

When He Straightened Up Again, There Were Six Harry Potters Gasping And Panting In Front Of Him. Fred And George Turned To Each Other And Said Together, "wow -- We're Identical!

Whoops - My Wand Is A Little Over Excited!