Your Devotion Is Nothing More Than Cowardice.

'it Was Stupid, Thinking It Was Him, I Mean, I Knew He Was Dead' Harry Muttered. 'you Think The Dead We Loved Ever Truly Leave Us? You Think That We Don't Recall Them More Clearly Than Ever In Times Of Great Trouble? Your Father Is Alive In You, Harry, And Shows Himself Most Plainly When You Have Need Of Him....you Know, Harry, In A Way You Did See Your Father Last Night....you Found Him Inside Yourself.'

All Those Poor Elves I Haven’t Set Free Yet, Having To Stay Over During Christmas Because There Aren’t Enough Hats!

You Think It - Wise - To Trust Hagrid With Something As Important As This?" "i Would Trust Hagrid With My Life," Said Dumbledore.

There Appears To Be Something To Do With Vehicles And Movement That Stimulates My Writing.

As Far As Informing The Headmaster, Harry Had No Idea Where Dumbledore Went During The Summer Holidays. He Amused Himself For A Moment, Picturing Dumbledore, With His Long Silver Beard, Full-length Wizard's Robes, And Pointed Hat, Stretched Out On A Beach Somewhere, Rubbing Suntan Lotion Onto His Long Crooked Nose.