This Liberating Discovery Enables Me To Proceed

I Wasn't Paying Attention," Said Myrtle Dramatically. "peeves Upset Me So Much I Came In Here And Tried To Kill Myself. Then, Of Course, I Remembered That I'm -- That I'm --" "already Dead," Said Ron Hopefully. Myrtle Gave A Tragic Sob, Rose Up In The Air, Turned Over, And Dived Headfirst Into The Toilet, Splashing Water All Over Them And Vanishing From Sight, Although From The Direction Of Her Muffled Sobs, She Had Come To Rest Somewhere In The U-bend.

You See, I, Unlike You, Have Been Made A Prefect, Which Means That I, Unlike You, Have The Power To Hand Out Punishments.” “yeah,” Said Harry, “but You, Unlike Me, Are A Git.

Hang On. This Lord Voldything's Back You Say?... And Now He's Sending Dismembers After You?... I See. Well That Settles It, You Can Get Out Of This House Boy!

Break Not An Ancient Friendship; Keep It Hale; Stir Round Its Roots, That It Be Green Of Heart; Let Not The Spirit Of Its Growth Depart: It Is A Power To Brave The Strongest Gale.

Yeah You Can Have A Word," Said Harry Savagely. "good-bye.