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Harry: This Book Belongs To Harry Potter. Ron: Shared By Ron Weasley, Because His Fell Apart. Hermione: Why Don't You Buy A New One Then? Ron: Write On Your Own Book, Hermione. Hermione: You Bought All Those Dungbombs On Saturday. You Could Have Bought A New Book Instead. Ron: Dungbombs Rule.

I Am Not Paying For Some Crackpot Old Fool To Teach Him Magic Tricks!" Yelled Uncle Vernon. Hagrid Seized His Pink Umbrella And Whirled It Over His Head "never -" He Thundered "- Insult -albus -dumbledore - In - Front - Of - Me!

Okay, Men,” He Said. “and Women,” Said Chaser Angelina Johnson. “and Women,” Wood Agreed. “this Is It.” “the Big One,” Said Fred Weasley. “the One We’ve All Been Waiting For,” Said George. “we Know Oliver’s Speech By Heart,” Fred Told Harry, “we Were On The Team Last Year.” “shut Up, You Two,” Said Wood. “this Is The Best Team Gryffindor’s Had In Years. We’re Going To Win. I Know It.” He Glared At Them All As If To Say, “or Else.” “right. It’s Time. Good Luck, All Of You.

My Readers Have To Work With Me To Create The Experience. They Have To Bring Their Imaginations To The Story. No One Sees A Book In The Same Way, No One Sees The Characters The Same Way. As A Reader You Imagine Them In Your Own Mind. So, Together, As Author And Reader, We Have Both Created The Story.

Don't Be Silly, Dawlish. I'm Sure You Are An Excellent Auror, I Seem To Remember You Achieved 'outstanding' In All Your N.e.w.t.s, But If You Attempt To — Er — 'bring Me In' By Force, I Will Have To Hurt You.