Because That's What Hermione Does,' Said Ron,

He Had Fought Back With Every Weapon In His Arsenal, Being Alternatively Obtuse, Evasive And Pedantic, For It Was Wonderful How You Could Obscure An Emotional Issue By Appearing To Seek Precision.

At That Moment, Harry Fully Understood For The First Time Why People Said Dumbledore Was The Only Wizard Voldemort Had Ever Feared. The Look Upon Dumbledore's Face As He Stared Down At The Unconscious Form Of Mad-eye Moody Was More Terrible Than Harry Could Have Ever Imagined. There Was No Benign Smile Upon Dumbledore's Face, No Twinkle In The Eyes Behind The Spectacles. There Was Cold Fury In Every Line Of The Ancient Face; A Sense Of Power Radiated From Dumbledore As Though He Were Giving Off Burning Heat.

The Fame Thing Is Interesting Because I Never Wanted To Be Famous, And I Never Dreamt I Would Be Famous. You Know, My Fantasy Of Being A Famous Writer, And Again There's A Slight Disconnect With Reality Which Happens A Lot With Me. I Imagined Being A Famous Writer Would Be Like Being Like Jane Austen.

Be Good Now, Potty...weasel King.

Hagrid. You Live In A Wooden House!