Love Wins. It Does Win. We Know

Professor, Why Couldn't We Just Apparate Directly Into Your Old Colleague's House?' 'because It Would Be Quite As Rude As Kicking Down The Front Door,' Said Dumbledore. 'courtesy Dictates That We Offer Fellow Wizards The Opportunity Of Denying Us Entry.

Ron And Hermione Were Still Smirking And Harry Felt His Temper Rise; He Wasn’t Even Sure Why He Was Feeling So Angry. “don’t Sit There Grinning Like You Know Better Than I Do, I Was There, Wasn’t I?” He Said Heatedly. “i Know What Went On, All Right? And I Didn’t Get Through Any Of That Because I Was Brilliant At Defense Against The Dark Arts, I Got Through It All Because — Because Help Came At The Right Time, Or Because I Guessed Right — But I Just Blundered Through It All, I Didn’t Have A Clue What I Was Doing — Stop Laughing!

You See, I, Unlike You, Have Been Made A Prefect, Which Means That I, Unlike You, Have The Power To Hand Out Punishments.” “yeah,” Said Harry, “but You, Unlike Me, Are A Git.

Did You Know— Then?” Asked Harry. “did I Know That I Had Just Met The Most Dangerous Dark Wizard Of All Time? No.

I Haven’t Got The Heart To Take The Mickey Out Of Him, Even,” Said Fred, Looking Over At Ron’s Crumpled Figure. “mind You . . . When He Missed The Fourteenth . . .” He Made Wild Motions With His Arms As Though Doing An Upright Doggy-paddle. “well, I’ll Save It For Parties, Eh?