Wow, I Wonder What It'd Be Like

But Some Part Of Him Realized, Even As He Fought To Break Free From Lupin, That Sirius Had Never Kept Him Waiting Before. . . . Sirius Had Risked Everything, Always, To See Harry, To Help Him. . . . If Sirius Was Not Reappearing Out Of That Archway When Harry Was Yelling For Him As Though His Life Depended On It, The Only Possible Explanation Was That He Could Not Come Back. . . . That He Really Was . . .

Bidding The Wizard Farewell, He Turned To His Daughter, Who Held Up Her Finger And Said, “daddy, Look — One Of The Gnomes Actually Bit Me!” “how Wonderful! Gnome Saliva Is Enormously Beneficial!” Said Mr. Lovegood, Seizing Luna’s Outstretched Finger And Examining The Bleeding Puncture Marks. “luna, My Love, If You Should Feel Any Burgeoning Talent Today — Perhaps An Unexpected Urge To Sing Opera Or To Declaim In Mermish — Do Not Repress It! You May Have Been Gifted By The Gernumblies!” Ron, Passing Them In The Opposite Direction, Let Out A Loud Snort.

It Is One Of The Most Hauntingly Beautiful Places In The World, The History Is Fascinating, The Men Are Handsome And The Whisky Is Delicious. But Don't Eat The Macaroni Pies.

Just Because You’re Allowed To Use Magic Now You Don’t Have To Whip Your Wands Out For Every Tiny Little Thing!

No, There's No University For Wizards. At The Moment I'm Only Planning To Write Seven Harry Potter Books. I Won't Say "never," But I Have No Plans To Write An Eighth Book.