Play To Your Strengths." "i Haven’t Got

The Hippogriff Took Off Into The Air. . . . He And His Rider Became Smaller And Smaller As Harry Gazed After Them . . . Then A Cloud Drifted Across The Moon. . . . They Were Gone.

Why Were You Lurking Under Our Window?" "yes - Yes, Good Point, Petunia! What Were You Doing Under Our Windows, Boy?" "listening To The News," Said Harry In A Resigned Voice. His Aunt And Uncle Exchanged Looks Of Outrage. "listening To The News! Again?" "well, It Changes Every Day, You See," Said Harry.

He Had Been So Busy Getting Away From The Library, He Hadn't Paid Attention To Where He Was Going.

We All Know That The People We Love Are Mortal, We All Know We’re Mortal, We Know It’s Going To End; You Cannot Prepare Yourself For It.

Andrew Hated To See Her Humiliated And Pathetic Like This; But He Half Hated Her Too For Landing Herself In It, When Any Idiot Could Have Seen.