Draco Malfoy Is A Bad Boy!" Squeaked

You Think I'm A Fool?" Demanded Harry. "no, I Think You're Like James," Said Lupin, "who Would Have Regarded It As The Height Of Dishonor To Mistrust His Friends.

Imagine Losing Fingernails, Harry! That Really Puts Our Sufferings Into Perspective, Doesn't It?

Oh, Come Off It,” Said Ron, Striding Over To Her And Whipping Her Results Out Of Her Hand. “yep— Ten ‘outstandings’ And One ‘exceeds Expectations’ At Defense Against The Dark Arts.” He Looked Down At Her, Half-amused, Half-exasperated. “you’re Actually Disappointed, Aren’t You?

You Will Also Find That Help Will Always Be Given At Hogwarts To Those Who Ask For It.

She Picked Up The Book And Then Walked Back Past Him Into The Tent, But As She Did So, She Brushed The Top Of His Head Lightly With Her Hand. He Closed His Eyes At Her Touch, And Hated Himself For Wishing That What She Said Was True: That Dumbledore Had Really Cared.