From Now On, I Don't Care If

I'm Not A Billionaire, What A Tragedy.

Interesting Theory. Has Anyone Ever Tried Sticking A Sword In Voldemort? Maybe The Ministry Should Put Some People Onto That, Instead Of Wasting Their Time Stripping Down Deluminators Or Covering Up Breakouts From Azkaban.

There You Go, Harry!” Ron Shouted Over The Noise. “you Weren’t Being Thick After All — You Were Showing Moral Fiber!

Did You Like Question Ten, Moony?" Asked Sirius As They Emerged Into The Entrance Hall. "loved It," Said Lupin Briskly. "give Five Signs That Identify The Werewolf. Excellent Question." "d'you Think You Managed To Get All The Signs?" Said James In Tones Of Mock Concern. "think I Did," Said Lupin Seriously, As They Joined The Crowd Thronging Around The Front Doors Eager To Get Out Into The Sunlit Grounds. "one: He's Sitting On My Chair. Two: He's Wearing My Clothes. Three: His Name's Remus Lupin.

You Cheating Scum!” Lee Jordan Was Howling Into The Megaphone, Dancing Out Of Professor Mcgonagall’s Reach. “you Filthy, Cheating B —” Professor Mcgonagall Didn’t Even Bother To Tell Him Off. She Was Actually Shaking Her Finger In Malfoy’s Direction, Her Hat Had Fallen Off, And She Too Was Shouting Furiously.