Wow, I Wonder What It'd

Muggles Have Garden Gnomes, Too, You Know," Harry Told Ron As They Crossed The Lawn. "yeah, I've Seen Those Things They Think Are Gnomes," Said Ron, Bent Double With His Head In A Peony Bush, "like Fat Little Santa Clauses With Fishing Rods.

At Fourteen, You Really Do Start Realising That The World Is Not A Safe And Protected Place Or Not Always.

The 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.

What’s Comin’ Will Come, An’ We’ll Meet It When It Does.

Honestly, If You Were Any Slower, You’d Be Going Backward.