It is one of the most hauntingly beautiful places in the world, the history is fascinating, the men are handsome and the whisky is delicious. But don't eat the macaroni pies.
J. K. RowlingLong ago, when Harry had been left alone while the Dursley's went out to enjoy themselves, the hours of solitude had been a rare treat: Pausing only to sneak something tasty from the fridge, he had rushed upstairs to play on Dudley's computer, or put on the television and flicked through the channels to his heart's content. It gave him an odd empty feeling to remember those times; it was like remembering a younger brother whom he had lost.
J. K. RowlingRon and Hermione were still smirking and Harry felt his temper rise; he wasnโt even sure why he was feeling so angry. โDonโt sit there grinning like you know better than I do, I was there, wasnโt I?โ he said heatedly. โI know what went on, all right? And I didnโt get through any of that because I was brilliant at Defense Against the Dark Arts, I got through it all because โ because help came at the right time, or because I guessed right โ but I just blundered through it all, I didnโt have a clue what I was doing โ STOP LAUGHING!
J. K. RowlingHowever,' said Dumbledore, speaking very slowly and clearly so that none of them could miss a word, 'you will find that I will only truly have left this school when none here are loyal to me. You will also find that help will be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.
J. K. RowlingAnd Hermione was struggling to her feet in the wreckage, and three red-headed men were grouped on the ground where the wall had blasted apart. Harry grabbed Hermione's hand as they staggered and stumbled over stone and wood. 'No - no - no!' someone was shouting. 'No! Fred! No!' And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.
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