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What Must Strike Any Intelligent Witch Or Wizard On Studying The So-called History Of The Elder Wand Is That Every Man Who Claims To Have Owned It Has Insisted That It Is "unbeatable," When The Known Facts Of Its Passage Through Many Owners' Hands Demonstrate That Has It Not Only Been Beaten Hundreds Of Times, But That It Also Attracts Trouble As Grumble The Grubby Goat Attracted Flies.

-J. K. Rowling

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What Must Strike Any

J. K. Rowling

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What Must Strike Any Intelligent Witch Or Wizard On Studying The So-called History Of The Elder Wand Is That Every Man Who Claims To Have Owned It Has Insisted That It Is "unbeatable," When The Known Facts Of Its Passage Through Many Owners' Hands Demonstrate That Has It Not Only Been Beaten Hundreds Of Times, But That It Also Attracts Trouble As Grumble The Grubby Goat Attracted Flies.

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In Fact, You Couldn't Give Me Anything To Make Me Go Back To Being A Teenager. Never. No, I Hated It.

You Have To Kill A Lot Of Trees Before You Write Anything Good.

Let Me Out," Harry Said Again. "no," Dumbledore Repeated. "if You Don't - If You Keep Me In Here - If You Don't Let Me-" "by All Means Continue Destroying My Possessions," Said Dumbledore. "i Daresay I Have Too Many.

My Word, Severus, That I Shall Never Reveal The Best Of You?' Dumbledore Sighed, Looking Down Into Snape's Ferocious, Anguished Face. 'if You Insist.

Welcome To A New Year At Hogwarts! Before We Begin Our Banquet, I Would Like To Say A Few Words. And Here They Are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

Mr. And Mrs. Dursley, Of Number Four Privet Drive, Were Proud To Say That They Were Perfectly Normal, Thank You Very Much.

Perfectly Normal

You're A Prefect? Oh Ronnie! That's Everyone In The Family!" "what Are Fred And I? Next Door Neighbors?

Courtesy Dictates That We Offer Fellow Wizards The Opportunity Of Denying Us Entry.

I Would Never Recommend My Novel As A Parenting Guide. But We Happen To Live At A Very Hectic And Hurried Time, And I Believe That Many Parents Are Too Wrapped Up In Themselves.

The Trouble Is, The Other Side Can Do Magic Too, Prime Minister.

There Was A Brief Silence In Which The Distant Echo Of Hagrid Smashing Down A Wooden Front Door Seemed To Reverberate Through The Intervening Years.

Harry Was Just Thinking That All He Needed Was For Dumbledore's Pet Bird To Die While He Was All Alone In The Office With It, When The Bird Burst Into Flames.

There's A Time And A Place For Getting A Smart Mouth.

Freedom Of Speech

Neither Can Live While The Other Survives, And One Of Us Is About To Leave For Good.

Harry Looked Down And Saw Deep Green Mountains And Lakes, Coppery In The Sunset.

Whenever He Was In Company He Wanted To Get Away, And Whenever He Was Alone He Wanted Company.

Gotta Bone Ter Pick With Yeh. I've Heard You've Bin Givin' Out Signed Photos. How Come I Haven't Got One?

The Best Of Us Must Sometimes Eat Our Words.

They Had Reached Lockhart's Classroom...'you Could've Fried An Egg On Your Face" Said Ron. 'you'd Better Hope Creevey Doesn't Meet Ginny, Or They'll Be Starting A Harry Potter Fan Club.' 'shut Up,' Snapped Harry. The Last Thing He Needed Was For Lockhart To Hear The Phrase 'harry Potter Fan Club.

If There Is A Connection Between Harry Potter And My New Novel, It's My Interest In Characters.

Muggles Have Garden Gnomes, Too, You Know," Harry Told Ron As They Crossed The Lawn. "yeah, I've Seen Those Things They Think Are Gnomes," Said Ron, Bent Double With His Head In A Peony Bush, "like Fat Little Santa Clauses With Fishing Rods.

Which Way Did They Go, Peeves?" Filch Was Saying. "quick, Tell Me." "say 'please.'" "don't Mess With Me, Peeves, Now Where Did They Go?" "shan't Say Nothing If You Don't Say Please," Said Peeves In His Annoying Singsong Voice. "all Right- Please." "nothing! Ha Haaa! Told You I Wouldn't Say Nothing If You Didn't Say Please! Ha Ha! Haaaaaa!" And They Heard The Sound Of Peeves Whooshing Away And Filch Cursing In Rage.

It Was, He Thought, The Difference Between Being Dragged Into The Arena To Face A Battle To The Death And Walking Into The Arena With Your Head Held High. Some People, Perhaps, Would Say That There Was Little To Choose Between The Two Ways, But Dumbledore Knew - And So Do I, Thought Harry, With A Rush Of Fierce Pride, And So Did My Parents - That There Was All The Difference In The World.

First Think Of The Person Who Lives In Disguise, Who Deals In Secrets And Tells Naught But Lies. Next, Tell Me What's Always The Last Thing To Mend, The Middle Of Middle And The End Of End? And Finally Give Me The Sound Often Heard During The Search For A Hard-to-find Word. Now String Them Together, And Answer Me This, Which Creature Would You Be Unwilling To Kiss?

According To Madam Pomfrey, Thoughts Could Leave Deeper Scars Than Almost Anything Else.

Ginny Came In To Visit While You Were Unconscious", He Said, After A Long Pause, And Harry's Imagination Zoomed Into Overdrive, Rapidly Constructing A Scene In Which Ginny, Weeking Over His Lifeless Form, Confessed Her Feelings Of Deep Attraction To Him While Ron Gave Them His Blessing.

That," Said Harry, "is A Really Good Question.

Anything's Possible If You've Got Enough Nerve. I Was Determined To Try. I Was Determined To Try Because, Frankly, My Life Was Such A Mess At This Point, What - What Was The Worst That Could Happen? Everyone Turn Me Down? Big Deal.

We Slytherins Are Brave, Yes, But Not Stupid. For Instance, Given The Choice, We Will Always Choose To Save Our Own Necks.

I Feel 80% Of My Life Is Completely Normal.

Let’s See . . . Ah, Yes, This Is Nice And Cozy.” It Was A Broom Cupboard.

There's Nothing Better When Something Comes And Hits You And You Think 'yes'!

Time Will Not Slow Down When Something Unpleasant Lies Ahead.

I'm Very Frustrated By Fear Of Imagination. I Don't Think That's Healthy.

I Would Always Want Printed Books.

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

And Then He Greeted Death As An Old Friend, And Went With Him Gladly, And, Equals, They Departed This Life.

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