Professor,” Harry gasped. “Your bird — I couldn’t do anything — he just caught fire —
Urgh — essence of Millicent Bulstrode.
He didn’t know what he was going to — but it had to be better than what he was leaving behind.
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.
I loved writing Dumbledore and he is the epitome of goodness.
Your great puddin' of a son don' need fattin' anymore Dursley, don't worry