Friday was an important day for Harry and Ron. They finally managed to find their way down to the Great Hall without getting lost once.

Once again I must ask too much of you, Harry.

When I was quite young my parents never said books were off limits.

A chilly breeze that seemed to emanate from the heart of the forest lifted the hair at Harry's brow. He knew that they would not tell him to go, that it would have to be his decision. "You'll stay with me?" "Until the very end," said James.

Just then Neville caused a slight diversion by turning into a large canary.

Failure is not fun. It can be awful. But living so cautiously that you never fail is worse.

Print will never die. There's no substitute for the feel of an actual book. I adore physically turning pages, and being able to underline passages and not worrying about dropping them in the bath or running out of power. I also find print books objects of beauty.