The Success Of Harry Potter Has Given

I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good.

'tell Me One Last Thing,' Said Harry. 'is This Real? Or Has This Been Happening Inside My Head?' Dumbledore Beamed At Him, And His Voice Sounded Loud And Strong In Harry's Ears Even Though The Bright Mist Was Descending Again, Obscuring His Figure. 'of Course It Is Happening Inside Your Head, Harry, But Why On Earth Should That Mean It Is Not Real?'

Ron's Ears Turned Bright Red And He Become Engrossed In A Tuft Of Grass At His Feet, Which He Prodded With His Toe 'he Must've Known I'd Run Out On You'. 'no', Harry Corrected Him, 'he Must've Known You'd Always Want To Come Back

I Have Met Thousands Of Children Now, And Not Even One Time Has A Child Come Up To Me And Said, 'ms. Rowling, I'm So Glad I've Read These Books Because Now I Want To Be A Witch.'

I Have No Time To Explain Now. It Is A Thrilling Tale, I Wish To Do It Justice.