Would You Like A Cough Drop Dolores?

This Liberating Discovery Enables Me To Proceed Without Any Fear That I Might Inadvertently Influence You To Abandon Promising Careers In Business, Law Or Politics For The Giddy Delights Of Becoming A Gay Wizard.

From Here On In, Harry, I May Be As Woefully Wrong As Humphrey Belcher Who Believed The Time Was Ripe For A Cheese Cauldron.

And Death Spoke To Them —’” “sorry,” Interjected Harry, “but Death Spoke To Them?” “it’s A Fairy Tale, Harry!” “right, Sorry. Go On.

You Know, I Don’t Get Why Fred And George Only Got Three O.w.l.s Each,” Said Harry, Watching As Fred, George, And Lee Collected Gold From The Eager Crowd. “they Really Know Their Stuff. . . .” “oh, They Only Know Flashy Stuff That’s No Real Use To Anyone,” Said Hermione Disparagingly. “no Real Use?” Said Ron In A Strained Voice. “hermione, They’ve Got About Twenty-six Galleons Already. . . .

He Felt That He Was Still Groping In The Dark; He Had Chosen His Path But Kept Looking Back, Wondering Whether He Had Misread The Signs, Whether He Should Not Have Taken The Other Way.