Get Up, You Useless Lump, Get Up!

Well, I Certainly Don't," Said Percy Sanctimoniously. "i Shudder To Think What The State Of My In-tray Would Be If I Was Away From Work For Five Days." "yeah, Someone Might Slip Dragon Dung In It Again, Eh, Perce?" Said Fred. "that Was A Sample Of Fertilizer From Norway!" Said Percy, Going Very Red In The Face. "it Was Nothing Personal!" "it Was," Fred Whispered To Harry As They Got Up From The Table. "we Sent It.

The Wizards Represent All That The True 'muggle' Most Fears: They Are Plainly Outcasts And Comfortable With Being So. Nothing Is More Unnerving To The Truly Conventional Than The Unashamed Misfit!

And His Knowledge Remained Woefully Incomplete, Harry! That Which Voldemort Does Not Value, He Takes No Trouble To Comprehend. Of House-elves And Children's Tales, Of Love, Loyalty, And Innocence, Voldemort Knows And Understands Nothing. Nothing. That They All Have A Power Beyond His Own, A Power Beyond The Reach Of Any Magic, Is A Truth He Has Never Grasped.

The Mistake Ninety-nine Percent Of Humanity Made, As Far As Fats Could See, Was Being Ashamed Of What They Were; Lying About It, Trying To Be Somebody Else.

There Are Those Who'll Turn Innocent Occasions To Their Advantage.