You're The One Who Is Weak. You

Well, Hello, Peter,” Said Lupin Pleasantly, As Though Rats Frequently Erupted Into Old School Friends Around Him. “long Time, No See.

Which Only Goes To Show That The Best Of Us Must Sometimes Eat Our Words,' Dumbledore Went On, Smiling.

I’ll Make Goyle Do Lines, It’ll Kill Him, He Hates Writing,” Said Ron Happily. He Lowered His Voice To Goyle’s Low Grunt And, Screwing Up His Face In A Look Of Pained Concentration, Mimed Writing In Midair. “i... Must... Not... Look... Like... A... Baboon’s... Backside.

If You Want To See The True Measure Of A Man, Watch How He Treats His Inferiors, Not His Equals.

Hagrid Howled Still More Loudly. Harry And Hermione Looked At Ron To Help Them. 'er-shall I Make A Cup Of Tea?' Said Ron. Harry Stared At Him. 'it's What My Mum Does Whenever Someone's Upset,' Ron Muttered, Shrugging.