The Wand Chooses The Wizard.

Without Cunning, There Is No Innovation. Without Ambition, There Is No Accomplishment.

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?

I Enjoyed The Meetings, Too. It Was Like Having Friends.

You Know How I Think They Choose People For Gryffindor Team?" Said Malfoy Loudly A Few Minutes Later, As Snape Awarded Hufflepuff Another Penalty For Now Reason At All. "it's People They Feel Sorry For. See, There's Potter, Who's Got No Parents, Then There's The Weasleys, Who've Got No Money - You Should Be On The Team, Longbottom, You've Got No Brains.

Parents Shouldn't Leave Their Kids Unless —unless They've Got To.