I think Mum's got a second cousin who's an accountant, but we never talk about him.

So why in the name of Merlin’s saggy left —” “Don’t talk to your mother like that.

P.S. I enjoy acid pops.

When in doubt, go to the library.

I feel I owe you another explanation Harry," said Dumbledore hesitantly. "You may, perhaps, wondered why I never chose you as a prefect? I must confess...that I rather thought...you had enough responsibility to be going on with." Harry looked up at him and saw a tear trickling down Dumbledore's face into his long silver beard.

As our listeners will know, unless they've taken refuge at the bottom of a garden pond or somewhere similar, You-Know-Who's strategy of remaining in the shadows is creating a nice little climate of panic.

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