Yeah You Can Have A Word," Said

Perhaps Just One More, Master Harry, For Luck?

I Hope That Even If You Remember Not A Single Word Of Mine, You Remember Those Of Seneca, Another Of Those Old Romans I Met When I Fled Down The Classics Corridor, In Retreat From Career Ladders, In Search Of Ancient Wisdom: As Is A Tale, So Is Life: Not How Long It Is, But How Good It Is, Is What Matters.

But Dobby Shouted, "you Shall Not Harm Harry Potter! ... He Got Up, Face Livid, And Pulled Out His Wand, But Dobby Raised A Long, Threatening Finger. "you Shall Go Now," He Said Fiercely, Pointing Down At Mr. Malfoy. "you Shall Not Touch Harry Potter. You Shall Go Now.

I Never Thought I'd Hear Myself Say It, But Safety First!

You Never Get It Right, You People, Do You? Either We've Got Fudge, Pretending Everything's Lovely While People Get Murdered Right Under His Nose, Or We've Got You, Chucking The Wrong People Into Jail And Trying To Pretend You've Got 'the Chosen One' Working For You!