Dudley Thought For A Moment. It Looked

A Lemon Drop. They're A Kind Of Muggle Sweet I'm Rather Fond Of.

If Ever I Expected To Come Face To Face With An Angry Christian Fundamentalist, It Wasn't In Fao Schwarz.

Talent And Intelligence Never Yet Inoculated Anyone Against The Caprice Of The Fates.

The Chasers Throw The Quaffle And Put It Through The Hoops To Score,” Harry Recited. “so — That’s Sort Of Like Basketball On Broomsticks With Six Hoops, Isn’t It?” “what’s Basketball?” Said Wood Curiously. “never Mind,” Said Harry Quickly.

And Percy Was Shaking His Brother, And Ron Was Kneeling Beside Them, And Fred's Eyes Stared Without Seeing, The Ghost Of His Last Laugh Still Etched Upon His Face.