You Don’t Understand — There Are Things

It Was His Own Grief Turned Magically To Song.

I Won't Blast People Out Of My Way Just Because They're There' Said Harry. 'that's Voldemort's Job.

Oh No You Don’t, Laddie!” Harry Spun Around. Professor Moody Was Limping Down The Marble Staircase. His Wand Was Out And It Was Pointing Right At A Pure White Ferret, Which Was Shivering On The Stone-flagged Floor, Exactly Where Malfoy Had Been Standing.

I Took A Wrong Turn On The Way To The Bathroom And Found Myself In A Beautifully Proportioned Room I Had Never Seen Before, Containing A Really Rather Magnificent Collection Of Chamberpots. When I Went Back To Investigate More Closely, I Discovered That The Room Had Vanished. But I Must Keep An Eye Out For It. Possibly It Is Only Accessible At Five Thirty In The Morning. Or It May Only Appear At The Quarter Moon - Or When The Seeker Has An Exceptionally Full Bladder.

Harry - You're A Great Wizard, You Know." "i'm Not As Good As You," Said Harry, Very Embarrassed, As She Let Go Of Him. "me!" Said Hermione. "books! And Cleverness! There Are More Important Things - Friendship And Bravery And - Oh Harry - Be Careful!