Do Not Pity The Dead, Harry.

Warlock D. J. Prod Of Didsbury Says: “my Wife Used To Sneer At My Feeble Charms, But One Month Into Your Fabulous Kwikspell Course And I Succeeded In Turning Her Into A Yak! Thank You, Kwikspell!

But I Was The Most Unashamed Lone Parent You Were Ever Going To Meet.

I Believe Your Friends Misters Fred And George Weasley Were Responsible For Trying To Send You A Toilet Seat. No Doubt They Thought It Would Amuse You.

The Fates Have Informed Me That Your Examination In June Will Concern The Orb, And I Am Anxious To Give You Sufficient Practice. Hermione Snorted. "well Honestly... 'the Fates Have Informed Her'... Who Sets The Exam? She Does!

He Was Tall, Thin, And Very Old, Judging By The Silver Of His Hair And Beard, Which Were Both Long Enough To Tuck Into His Belt. He Was Wearing Long Robes, A Purple Cloak That Swept The Ground, And High-heeled, Buckled Boots. His Blue Eyes Were Light, Bright, And Sparkling Behind Half-moon Spectacles And His Nose Was Very Long And Crooked, As Though It Had Been Broken At Least Twice. This Man's Name Was Albus Dumbledore.