It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into the arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, would say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew - and so do I, thought Harry, with a rush of fierce pride, and so did my parents - that there was all the difference in the world.
J. K. RowlingOh, for heavenโs sake, Sirius, Dumbledore said no!โ A bearlike black dog had appeared at Harryโs side as Harry clambered over the various trunks cluttering the hall to get to Mrs. Weasley. โOh honestly,โ said Mrs. Weasley despairingly. โWell, on your own head be it!โ The great black dog gave a joyful bark and gamboled around them, snapping at pigeons, and chasing its own tail. Harry couldnโt help laughing. Sirius had been trapped inside for a very long time.
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