The Owls Are Gathering; Find Out Why

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Okay, Men,” He Said. “and Women,” Said Chaser Angelina Johnson. “and Women,” Wood Agreed. “this Is It.” “the Big One,” Said Fred Weasley. “the One We’ve All Been Waiting For,” Said George. “we Know Oliver’s Speech By Heart,” Fred Told Harry, “we Were On The Team Last Year.” “shut Up, You Two,” Said Wood. “this Is The Best Team Gryffindor’s Had In Years. We’re Going To Win. I Know It.” He Glared At Them All As If To Say, “or Else.” “right. It’s Time. Good Luck, All Of You.

Time To Sit Down," Fred Told Harry, "or We're Going To Get Run Over By The Bride.

He Chose The Boy He Thought Most Likely To Be A Danger To Him," Said Dumbledore. And Notice This, Harry. He Chose, Not The Pureblood (which, According To His Creed, Is The Only Kind Of Wizard Worth Being Or Knowing), But The Half-blood, Like Himself. He Saw Himself In You Before He Had Ever Seen You, And In Marking You With That Scar, He Did Not Kill You, As He Intended, But Gave You Powers, And A Future, Which Have Fitted You To Escape Him Not Once, But Four Times So Far — Something That Neither Your Parents, Nor Neville’s Parents, Ever Achieved.

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