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Devil’s Snare, Devil’s Snare . . . What Did Professor Sprout Say? — It Likes The Dark And The Damp —” “so Light A Fire!” Harry Choked. “yes — Of Course — But There’s No Wood!” Hermoine Cried, Wringing Her Hands. “have You Gone Mad?” Ron Bellowed. “are You A Witch Or Not?

If Someone Asked For My Recipe For Happiness, Step One Would Be Finding Out What You Love Most In The World And Step Two Would Be Finding Someone To Pay You To Do It. I Consider Myself Very Lucky Indeed To Be Able To Support Myself By Writing.

On And On They Flew, Over The Countryside Parceled Out In Patches Of Green And Brown, Over Roads And Rivers Winding Through The Landscapes Like Strips Of Matte And Glossy Ribbon.

The Success Of Harry Potter Has Given Me Lots Of Freedom. I Can Pay My Bills, And I Don't Have To Prove Anything To Anyone Anymore.

Yes, It Is Easy To See That Nearly Six Years Of Magical Education Have Not Been Wasted On You, Potter. Ghosts Are Transparent.