I Am Not Paying For Some Crackpot

I Have Some Problems With Conventional Organized Religion.

I Say There Are Spots That Don't Come Off.... Spots That Never Come Off, D'you Know What I Mean?

Enemies Of The Heir, Beware! You'll Be Next, Mudbloods!

He Lay Face Down, Listening To The Silence. He Was Perfectly Alone. Nobody Was Watching. Nobody Else Was There. He Was Not Perfectly Sure That He Was There Himself.

As Far As Informing The Headmaster, Harry Had No Idea Where Dumbledore Went During The Summer Holidays. He Amused Himself For A Moment, Picturing Dumbledore, With His Long Silver Beard, Full-length Wizard's Robes, And Pointed Hat, Stretched Out On A Beach Somewhere, Rubbing Suntan Lotion Onto His Long Crooked Nose.