Harry, we saw Uranus up close!” said Ron, still giggling feebly. “Get it, Harry? We saw Uranus — ha ha ha —

I gave my hero a talent I'd love to have. Who wouldn't want to fly?

It's just hard," Harry said finally, in a low voice, "to realize he won't write me again

Once again you've put your keen and penetrating mind to the task and as usual come to the wrong conclusion!

And Death spoke to them —’” “Sorry,” interjected Harry, “but Death spoke to them?” “It’s a fairy tale, Harry!” “Right, sorry. Go on.

Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.

Professor,” Harry gasped. “Your bird — I couldn’t do anything — he just caught fire —