Training For The Ballet, Potter?" Yelled Malfoy.

Professor Flitwick Had Dried Himself Off And Set Seamus Lines ("i Am A Wizard Not A Baboon Brandishing A Stick")

So,” Sneered Fudge, Recovering Himself, “you Intend To Take On Dawlish, Shacklebolt, Dolores, And Myself Single-handed, Do You, Dumbledore?” “merlin’s Beard, No,” Said Dumbledore, Smiling. “not Unless You Are Foolish Enough To Force Me To.” “he Will Not Be Single-handed!” Said Professor Mcgonagall Loudly, Plunging Her Hand Inside Her Robes. “oh Yes He Will, Minerva!” Said Dumbledore Sharply. “hogwarts Needs You!

The Exceptions Were Two Men A Little Ahead Of Them, Standing Just Outside The Three Broomsticks. One Was Very Tall And Thin; Squinting Through His Rain-washed Glasses Harry Recognized The Barman Who Worked In The Other Hogsmeade Pub, The Hog’s Head. As Harry, Ron, And Hermione Drew Closer, The Barman Drew His Cloak More Tightly Around His Neck And Walked Away, Leaving The Shorter Man To Fumble With Something In His Arms. They Were Barely Feet From Him When Harry Realized Who The Man Was. “mundungus!

Well — I Was Lucky Once, Wasn't I?” Said Harry, Pointing At His Scar. “i Might Get Lucky Again.

The Most Important Thing Is To Read As Much As You Can, Like I Did. It Will Give You An Understanding Of What Makes Good Writing And It Will Enlarge Your Vocabulary.