Have You Any Idea How Much Tyrants

Don't Count Your Owls Before They Are Delivered.

Friday Was An Important Day For Harry And Ron. They Finally Managed To Find Their Way Down To The Great Hall Without Getting Lost Once.

I Am Sorry Too," Said Lupin. "sorry I Will Never Know [my Son]... But He Will Know Why I Died And I Hope He Will Understand I Was Trying To Make A World In Which He Could Live A Happier Life.

How Do You Feel, Georgie?" Whispered Mrs. Weasley. George's Fingers Groped For The Side Of His Head. "saintlike," He Murmured. "what's Wrong With Him?" Croaked Fred, Looking Terrified. "is His Mind Affected?" "saintlike," Repeated George, Opening His Eyes And Looking Up At His Brother. "you See...i'm Holey, Fred, Geddit?

Maybe He Murdered Myrtle; That Would’ve Done Everyone A Favor. . . .