Was it love when somebody filled a space in your life that yawned inside you, once they had gone?
J. K. RowlingOf course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
J. K. RowlingBidding the wizard farewell, he turned to his daughter, who held up her finger and said, โDaddy, look โ one of the gnomes actually bit me!โ โHow wonderful! Gnome saliva is enormously beneficial!โ said Mr. Lovegood, seizing Lunaโs outstretched finger and examining the bleeding puncture marks. โLuna, my love, if you should feel any burgeoning talent today โ perhaps an unexpected urge to sing opera or to declaim in Mermish โ do not repress it! You may have been gifted by the Gernumblies!โ Ron, passing them in the opposite direction, let out a loud snort.
J. K. RowlingChildren being children, however, the grotesque Hopping Pot had taken hold of their imaginations. The solution was to jettison the pro-Muggle moral but keep the warty cauldron, so by the middle of the sixteenth century a different version of the tale was in wide circulation among wizarding families. In the revised story, the Hopping Pot protects an innocent wizard from his torch-bearing, pitchfork-toting neighbours by chasing them away from the wizard's cottage, catching them and swallowing them whole.
J. K. RowlingHe felt his heart pounding fiercely in his chest. How strange that in his dread of death, it pumped all the harder, valiantly keeping him alive. But it would have to stop, and soon. Its beats were numbered. How many would there be time for, as he rose and walked through the castle for the last time, out into the grounds and into the forest?
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