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You Can Choose, You Can Go One Of Two Ways. You Can Be The Person I Probably Admire More And Say 'well I Don't Care And I'll Continue Not To Bother To Brush My Hair.' Or You Can Be A Weak-willed Person Like Me And Think 'oh I'd Better Get My Act Together. And Maybe My Mother Was Right And I Do Need To Put My Hair Back And Tidy Myself Up A Bit.' So I Did Tidy Myself Up A Bit. But I Do Often Resent The Amount Of Time That It Takes To Pull Yourself Together To Go On Tv, I Really Do. If I Sound Bitter, Then That Accurately Reflects How I Feel About The Subject.

Harry, Despite Your Privileged Insight Into Voldemort’s World (which, Incidentally, Is A Gift Any Death Eater Would Kill To Have), You Have Never Been Seduced By The Dark Arts, Never, Even For A Second, Shown The Slightest Desire To Become One Of Voldemort’s Followers!” “of Course I Haven’t!” Said Harry Indignantly. “he Killed My Mum And Dad!” “you Are Protected, In Short, By Your Ability To Love!” Said Dumbledore Loudly.

I'm Not Going To Be Murdered," Harry Said Out Loud. "that's The Spirit, Dear," Said His Mirror Sleepily.

If He Doesn't Stop Trying To Save Your Life He's Going To Kill You.

Why Are They All Staring?" Demanded Albus As He And Rose Craned Around To Look At The Other Students. "don’t Let It Worry You," Said Ron. "it’s Me. I’m Extremely Famous.