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Get Off Me,” Harry Spat, Throwing Pettigrew’s Hands Off Him In Disgust. “i’m Not Doing This For You. I’m Doing It Because — I Don’t Reckon My Dad Would’ve Wanted Them To Become Killers — Just For You.

I Seem To Remember Telling You Both That I Would Have To Expel You If You Broke Any More School Rules,” Said Dumbledore. Ron Opened His Mouth In Horror. “which Goes To Show That The Best Of Us Must Sometimes Eat Our Words,” Dumbledore Went On, Smiling.

Welcome To A New Year At Hogwarts! Before We Begin Our Banquet, I Would Like To Say A Few Words. And Here They Are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

You Are The True Master Of Death, Because The True Master Does Not Seek To Run Away From Death.

Of All The Subjects On This Planet, I Think My Parents Would Have Been Hard Put To Name One Less Useful Than Greek Mythology To Securing The Keys To An Executive Bathroom.