I Am A Wizard, Not A Baboon

Mclaggen Makes Grawp Look Like A Gentleman.

Do Not Pity The Dead, Harry. Pity The Living, And, Above All Those Who Live Without Love.

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.

Why Were You Lurking Under Our Window?" "yes - Yes, Good Point, Petunia! What Were You Doing Under Our Windows, Boy?" "listening To The News," Said Harry In A Resigned Voice. His Aunt And Uncle Exchanged Looks Of Outrage. "listening To The News! Again?" "well, It Changes Every Day, You See," Said Harry.

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.