It Was Not, After All, So Easy

Whatever House I'm In, I Hope She's Not In It.

The Idea Of A Teenage Dumbledore Was Simply Odd, Like Trying To Imagine A Stupid Hermione Or A Friendly Blast-ended Skrewt.

'it Was Stupid, Thinking It Was Him, I Mean, I Knew He Was Dead' Harry Muttered. 'you Think The Dead We Loved Ever Truly Leave Us? You Think That We Don't Recall Them More Clearly Than Ever In Times Of Great Trouble? Your Father Is Alive In You, Harry, And Shows Himself Most Plainly When You Have Need Of Him....you Know, Harry, In A Way You Did See Your Father Last Night....you Found Him Inside Yourself.'

Do You Remember Me Telling You We Are Practicing Non-verbal Spells, Potter?" "yes," Said Harry Stiffly. "yes, Sir." "there's No Need To Call Me "sir" Professor." The Words Had Escaped Him Before He Knew What He Was Saying.

I Know [umbridge] By Reputation And I'm Sure She's No Death Eater-" "she's Foul Enough To Be One..." "yes, But The World Isn't Split Into Good People And Death Eaters.