I was ripped from my body, I was less than spirit, less than the meanest ghost . . . but still, I was alive.
J. K. RowlingWhen the Dark Lord takes over, is he going to care how many O.W.L.s or N.E.W.T.s anyoneโs got? Of course he isnโt. . . . Itโll be all about the kind of service he received, the level of devotion he was shown.
J. K. RowlingA bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. "You want to be careful with those," Ron warned Harry. "When they say every flavor, they mean every flavor - you know, you get all the ordinary ones like chocolate and peppermint and marmalade, but then you can get spinach and liver and tripe. George reckons he had a booger-flavored one once." Ron picked up a green bean, looked at it carefully, and bit into a corner. "Bleaaargh - see? Sprouts.
J. K. RowlingDo you mean ter tell me," he growled at the Dursleys, "that this boyโthis boy!โknows nothin' abou'โabout ANYTHING?" Harry thought this was going a bit far. He had been to school, after all, and his marks weren't bad. I know some things," he said. "I can, you know, do math and stuff.
J. K. RowlingAs 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.
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