As far as informing the headmaster, Harry had no idea where Dumbledore went during the summer holidays. He amused himself for a moment, picturing Dumbledore, with his long silver beard, full-length wizard's robes, and pointed hat, stretched out on a beach somewhere, rubbing suntan lotion onto his long crooked nose.
J. K. RowlingHe tried to give his wife pleasure in little ways, because he had come to realize, after nearly two decades together, how often he disappointed her in the big things. It was never intentional. They simply had very different notions of what ought to take up most space in life.
J. K. RowlingYes, Harry Potter!โ said Dobby at once, his great eyes shining with excitement. โAnd if Dobby does it wrong, Dobby will throw himself off the topmost tower, Harry Potter!โ โThere wonโt be any need for that,โ said Harry hastily.
J. K. RowlingI'll be writing until I can't write anymore. It's a compulsion with me. I love writing.
J. K. RowlingHarry and Hermione are very platonic friends. But I won't answer for anyone else, nudge-nudge wink-wink!
J. K. RowlingHarry looked around; there was Ginny running toward him; she had a hard blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her. After several long moments, or it might have been half an hour-or possibly several sunlit days- they broke apart.
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