You Could Say Sorry," Suggested Harry Bluntly.

Hagrid Howled Still More Loudly. Harry And Hermione Looked At Ron To Help Them. 'er-shall I Make A Cup Of Tea?' Said Ron. Harry Stared At Him. 'it's What My Mum Does Whenever Someone's Upset,' Ron Muttered, Shrugging.

I Gave My Hero A Talent I'd Love To Have. Who Wouldn't Want To Fly?

He Was Going To Be Armed With His Wand - Which, Just Now, Felt Like Nothing More Than A Narrow Strip Of Wood - Against A Fifty-foot-high, Scaly, Spike-ridden, Fire-breathing Dragon.

Gavin Saw A Grave Purely As A Marker For The Place Where A Corpse Was Decomposing; A Nasty Thought, Yet People Took It Into Their Heads To Visit And Bring Flowers, As Though It Might Yet Recover.

I Haven’t Got The Heart To Take The Mickey Out Of Him, Even,” Said Fred, Looking Over At Ron’s Crumpled Figure. “mind You . . . When He Missed The Fourteenth . . .” He Made Wild Motions With His Arms As Though Doing An Upright Doggy-paddle. “well, I’ll Save It For Parties, Eh?