Bidding 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. RowlingIโm very busy with schoolwork, of course." "How can she be?" said Ron in horror. "Weโre on vacation!
J. K. RowlingSome say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if he had enough human left in him to die. Some say heโs still out there, bidinโ his time, like, but I donโ believe it.
J. K. RowlingAnything'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.
J. K. RowlingNo, there's no University for Wizards. At the moment I'm only planning to write seven Harry Potter books. I won't say "never," but I have no plans to write an eighth book.
J. K. RowlingHe read the letter again, but could not take in any more meaning than he had done the first time and was reduced to staring at the handwriting itself. She had made her g's the same way he did : he searched through the letter for every one of them, and each felt like a friendly little wave glimpsed from behind a veil. The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.
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