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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.

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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.

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I Have Gone Temporarily Deaf And Haven't Any Idea What You Said, Harry.

You Are Here To Learn The Subtle Science And Exact Art Of Potion-making. As There Is Little Foolish Wand-waving Here, Many Of You Will Hardly Believe This Is Magic. I Don't Expect You Will Really Understand The Beauty Of The Softly Simmering Cauldron With Its Shimmering Fumes, The Delicate Power Of Liquids That Creep Through Human Veins, Bewitching The Mind, Ensnaring The Senses. . . I Can Teach You How To Bottle Fame, Brew Glory, Even Stopper Death — If You Aren't As Big A Bunch Of Dunderheads As I Usually Have To Teach.

We Tried To Shut Him In A Pyramid, But Mum Spotted Us.

I Loved Writing For Kids, I Loved Talking To Children About What I'd Written, I Don't Want To Leave That Behind.

Muggle Women Wear Them, Archie, Not The Men, They Wear These," Said The Ministry Wizard, And He Brandished The Pinstriped Trousers. "i'm Not Putting Them On," Said Old Archie In Indignation. "i Like A Healthy Breeze 'round My Privates, Thanks.

Everybody Finished The Song At Different Times. At Last, Only The Weasley Twins Were Left Singing Along To A Very Slow Funeral March.

They’re Evacuating The Younger Kids And Everyone’s Meeting In The Great Hall To Get Organized. We’re Fighting.

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.

Yes, Severus Does Seem The Type, Doesn't He? So Useful To Have Him Swooping Around Like An Overgrown Bat.

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.

Harry Ran Upstairs To Their Dark Dormitory. He Pulled Out The Cloak And Then His Eyes Fell On The Flute Hagrid Had Given Him For Christmas. He Pocketed It To Use On Fluffy — He Didn’t Feel Much Like Singing.

Merlin’s Beard, Harry, You Made Me Jump,” Said Slughorn, Stopping Dead In His Tracks And Looking Wary. “how Did You Get Out Of The Castle?” “i Think Filch Must’ve Forgotten To Lock The Doors,” Said Harry Cheerfully, And Was Delighted To See Slughorn Scowl.

Here Lies Dobby, A Free Elf.

Deathly Hallows

Ah, Music," He Said, Wiping His Eyes. "a Magic Far Beyond All We Do Here! And Now, Bedtime. Off You Trot!

Are You Insane? Of Course I Want To Leave The Dursleys! Have You Got A House? When Can I Move In?

Once Again I Must Ask Too Much Of You, Harry.

The Scar Had Not Pained Harry For Nineteen Years. All Was Well.

The Middle Class Is So Funny, It's The Class I Know Best, And It's The Class Where You Find The Most Pretension, So That's What Makes The Middle Classes So Funny.

Harry Found The [tea]... Seemed To Burn Away A Little Of The Fear Fluttering In His Chest.

We’re All Going To Keep Fighting, Harry. You Know That?

Neville Longbottom

I'm A Writer, And I Will Write What I Want To Write.

Some Of Her Self-hatred Had Oozed Out With The Blood.

I Am Not Paying For Some Crackpot Old Fool To Teach Him Magic Tricks!" Yelled Uncle Vernon. Hagrid Seized His Pink Umbrella And Whirled It Over His Head "never -" He Thundered "- Insult -albus -dumbledore - In - Front - Of - Me!

Your Aunt And Uncle Will Be Proud, Though, Won't They?" Said Hermione As They Got Off The Train And Joined The Crowd Thronging Toward The Enchanted Barrier. "when They Hear What You Did This Year?" "proud?" Said Harry. "are You Crazy? All Those Times I Could've Died, And I Didn't Manage It? They'll Be Furious.

The Last Words Albus Dumbledore Spoke To The Pair Of Us?' Harry Is The Best Hope We Have. Trust Him.

The Dementors Send Their Love, Potter!

It Unscrews The Other Way.

Ron, We're Supposed To Show The First Years Where To Go!" "oh Yeah," Said Ron, Who Had Obviously Forgotten. "hey -- Hey You Lot! Midgets!

You Will Never Truly Know Yourself Or The Strength Of Your Relationships Until Both Have Been Tested By Adversity.

Our Relationship

The Barman Sidled Toward Them Out Of A Back Room. He Was A Grump-looking Old Man With A Great Deal Of A Long Gray Hair And A Beard. He Was Tall And Thin And Looked Vaguely Familiar To Harry.

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