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My Head Of House Said I Lacked Certain Necessary Qualities...like The Ability To Behave Myself.

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach Us Something Please, Whether We Be Old And Bald, Or Young With Scabby Knees, Our Heads Could Do With Filling With Some Interesting Stuff, For Now They're Bare And Full Of Air, Dead Flies And Bits Of Fluff, So Teach Us Something Worth Knowing, Bring Us Back What We've Forgot, Just Do Your Best, We'll Do The Rest, And Learn Until Our Brains All Rot.

The Death Eaters Can't All Be Pure-blood, There Aren't Enough Pure-blood Wizards Left," Said Hermione Stubbornly. "i Expect Most Of Them Are Half-bloods Pretending To Be Pure. It's Only Muggle-borns They Hate, They'd Be Quite Happy To Let You And Ron Join Up" "there Is No Way They'd Let Me Be A Death Eater!" Said Ron Indignantly...."my Whole Family Are Blood Traitors! That's As Bad As Muggle-borns To Death Eaters!" "and They'd Love To Have Me," Said Harry Sarcastically. "we'd Be Best Pals If They Didn't Keep Trying To Do Me In.

Studying The Young Woman’s Long Thin Legs, Tessa Wondered How Different Her Life Would Have Been If She Had Had Legs Like That. She Could Not Help But Suspect That It Would Have Been Almost Entirely Different.

Go On, Have A Pasty," Said Harry, Who Had Never Had Anything To Share Before Or, Indeed, Anyone To Share It With. It Was A Nice Feeling, Sitting There With Ron, Eating Their Way Through All Harry's Pasties, Cakes, And Candies (the Sandwiches Lay Forgotten).