Well, [bad] times like that bring out the best in some people and the worst in others.
J. K. RowlingThe hippogriff took off into the air. . . . He and his rider became smaller and smaller as Harry gazed after them . . . then a cloud drifted across the moon. . . . They were gone.
J. K. RowlingWell, I certainly don't," said Percy sanctimoniously. "I shudder to think what the state of my in-tray would be if I was away from work for five days." "Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?" said Fred. "That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!" said Percy, going very red in the face. "It was nothing personal!" "It was," Fred whispered to Harry as they got up from the table. "We sent it.
J. K. RowlingAnd Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backward, arms splayed, the slit pupils of the scarlet eyes rolling upward. Tom Riddle hit the floor with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken, the white hands empty, the snakelike face vacant and unknowing. Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hands, staring down at his enemy's shell.
J. K. RowlingI havenโt got the heart to take the mickey out of him, even,โ said Fred, looking over at Ronโs crumpled figure. โMind you . . . when he missed the fourteenth . . .โ He made wild motions with his arms as though doing an upright doggy-paddle. โWell, Iโll save it for parties, eh?
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