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.
J. K. RowlingThey were bullyin' him, Hermione, 'cause he's so small!" said Hagrid. "Small?" said Hermione. "Small?" "Hermione, I couldn't leave him," said Hagrid, tears now trickling down his bruised face into his beard. "See -- he's my brother!
J. K. RowlingYou can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But youโll have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no . . . anything. Thereโs no chance at all of recovery. Youโll just โ exist. As an empty shell. And your soul is gone forever . . . lost.
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