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Only One Pair Was Still Battling, Apparently Unaware Of The New Arrival. Harry Saw Sirius Duck Bellatrix's Jet Of Red Light: He Was Laughing At Her. 'come On, You Can Do Better Than That!' He Yelled, His Voice Echoing Around The Cavernous Room. The Second Jet Of Light Hit Him Squarely In The Chest. The Laughter Had Not Quite Died From His Face, But His Eyes Widened In Shock.

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Only One Pair Was Still Battling, Apparently Unaware Of The New Arrival. Harry Saw Sirius Duck Bellatrix's Jet Of Red Light: He Was Laughing At Her. 'come On, You Can Do Better Than That!' He Yelled, His Voice Echoing Around The Cavernous Room. The Second Jet Of Light Hit Him Squarely In The Chest. The Laughter Had Not Quite Died From His Face, But His Eyes Widened In Shock.

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You'd Think I Walk Around With My Eyes Shut, Banging Off The Walls.

The Presence Of Hundreds Of Books Had Finally Convinced Hermione That What They Were Doing Was Right.

He Put His Foot On One Pedal, Scooted A Few Yards And Swung His Other Leg Over The Saddle. He Soared Left Into The Vertiginously Sloping Hillside Road And Sped, Without Touching His Brakes ... The Hedgerows And Sky Blurred; He Imagined Himself In A Velodrome As The Wind Whipped His Hair Clean...

You’re Not Supposed To Dislike Your Own Child. You Were Supposed To Like Them No Matter What, Even If They Were Not What You Wanted.

Yeah, We’ll Call You,” Muttered Ron As The Knight Disappeared, “if We Ever Need Someone Mental.

Shh! Listen! Someone’s Coming! I Think — I Think It Might Be Us!

Get Off Me,” Harry Spat, Throwing Pettigrew’s Hands Off Him In Disgust. “i’m Not Doing This For You. I’m Doing It Because — I Don’t Reckon My Dad Would’ve Wanted Them To Become Killers — Just For You.

Ron's Indignation On His Behalf Was Worth About A Hundred Points To Him.

The Wizards Represent All That The True 'muggle' Most Fears: They Are Plainly Outcasts And Comfortable With Being So. Nothing Is More Unnerving To The Truly Conventional Than The Unashamed Misfit!

What Are You Doing With All Those Books Anyway?" Ron Asked. Just Trying To Decide Which Ones To Take With Us," Said Hermione. When We're Looking For The Horcruxes." Oh, Of Course," Said Ron, Clapping A Hand To His Forehead. "i Forgot We'll Be Hunting Down Voldemort In A Mobile Library.

Twitchy Little Ferret, Aren't You, Malfoy?

I Don't Know Who Maxime Thinks She's Kidding. If Hagrid's Half-giant, She Definitely Is. Big Bones... The Only Thing That's Got Bigger Bones Than Her Is A Dinosaur.

It Does Not Do To Dwell On Dreams And Forget To Live.

His Eyes Are As Green As A Fresh Pickled Toad, His Hair Is As Dark As A Blackboard. I Wish He Was Mine, He's Really Divine, The Hero Who Conquered The Dark Lord.

I Scared Stephen King.

I've Been Writing Since I Was Six. It Is A Compulsion, So I Can't Really Say Where The Desire Came From; I've Always Had It. My Breakthrough With The First Book Came Through Persistence, Because A Lot Of Publishers Turned It Down!

Everyone Wanted My Emotions To Be Very Simple. They Wanted Me To Say, "i Was Poor And I Was Unhappy, And Now I've Got Money And I'm Really Happy."

But Colin's Only Understanding Of Love Was Of Limitless Loyalty, Boundless Tolerance.

It's Going To Be Really Emotional To Say Goodbye. I'm Going To Find It Very Difficult. But It Must Be Done, It Must Be Done.

Harry, I've Left A Letter Telling Your Aunt And Uncle Not To Worry--" "they Won't," Said Harry. "that You're Safe--" "that'll Just Depress Them." "--and You'll See Them Next Summer." "do I Have To?

She Kept Asking Herself Whether, If He Had Looked Cleaner, She Might Have Been More Concerned; Whether, On Some Subliminal Level, She Had Confused His Obvious Signs Of Neglect With Street-smartness, Toughness And Resilience.

Never Trust Anything That Can Think For Itself If You Can't See Where It Keeps Its Brain.

... You Could Claim That Anything's Real If The Only Basis For Believing In It Is That Nobody's Proved It Doesn't Exist!

Read As Much As You Possibly Can. Nothing Will Help You As Much As Reading And You'll Go Through A Phase Where You Will Imitate Your Favorite Writers And That's Fine Because That's A Learning Experience Too.

I Just Wondered Where You —” Ron Broke Off, Shrugging. “nothing. I’m Going Back To Bed.” “just Thought You’d Come Nosing Around, Did You?” Harry Shouted. He Knew That Ron Had No Idea What He’d Walked In On, Knew He Hadn’t Done It On Purpose, But He Didn’t Care — At This Moment He Hated Everything About Ron, Right Down To The Several Inches Of Bare Ankle Showing Beneath His Pajama Trousers.

Everything Had Shattered. The Fact That It Was All Still There — The Walls And The Chairs And The Children’s Pictures On The Walls — Meant Nothing. Every Atom Of It Had Been Blasted Apart And Reconstituted In An Instant, And Its Appearance Of Permanence And Solidity Was Laughable; It Would Dissolve At A Touch, For Everything Was Suddenly Tissue-thin And Friable.

And All Along The Corridor The Statues And Suits Of Armor Jumped Down From Their Plinths, And From The Echoing Crashes From The Floors Above And Below, Harry Knew That Their Fellows Throughout The Castle Had Done The Same.

Hogwarts Is Threatened!” Shouted Professor Mcgonagall. “man The Boundaries, Protect Us, Do Your Duty To Our School!

Half An Hour Later, Each Of Them Had Been Given A Complicated Circular Chart, And Was Attempting To Fill In The Position Of The Planets At Their Moment Of Birth. It Was Dull Work, Requiring Much Consultation Of Timetables And Calculation Of Angles. “i’ve Got Two Neptunes Here,” Said Harry After A While, Frowning Down At His Piece Of Parchment, “that Can’t Be Right, Can It?” “aaaaah,” Said Ron, Imitating Professor Trelawney’s Mystical Whisper, “when Two Neptunes Appear In The Sky, It Is A Sure Sign That A Midget In Glasses Is Being Born, Harry . . .

Angelina, Alicia, And Katie Suddenly Giggled. "what?" Said Wood, Frowning At This Lighthearted Behavior. "he's That Tall, Good-looking One, Isn't He?" Said Angelina. "strong And Silent," Said Katie, And They Started To Giggle Again. "he's Only Silent Because He's Too Thick To String Two Words Together," Said Fred Impatiently.

Thing Was' He Faced Them, And Harry Was Astonished To See That He Was Grinning, 'they Bit Of A Bit More Than They Could Chew With Gran. Little Old Witch Living Alone, They Probably Think They Didn't Need To Send Anyone Particularly Powerful. Anyway' Neville Laughed, 'dawlish Is Still In St Mungo's And Gran Is On The Run. She Sent Me A Letter,' He Clapped A Hand To The Breast Pocket Of His Robes, 'telling Me She Was Proud Of Me, That I'm My Parents' Son, And To Keep It Up

What's That Supposed To Be Anyway?" Said Fred Squinting At Dobby's Painting. "looks Like A Gibbon With Two Black Eyes!" "it's Harry," Said George Pointing At The Back Of The Picture. "says So On The Back." "good Likeness," Said Fred Grinning. Harry Threw His New Homework Diary At Him.

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