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And They'd [the Death Eaters] Love To Have Me," Said Harry Sarcastically. "we'd Be Best Pals If They Didn't Keep Trying To Do Me In.

For Instance, This New Idea That You-know-who Can Kill With A Single Glance From His Eyes. That’s A Basilisk, Listeners. One Simple Test: Check Whether The Thing That’s Glaring At You Has Got Legs. If It Has, It’s Safe To Look Into Its Eyes, Although If It Really Is You-know-who, That’s Still Likely To Be The Last Thing You Ever Do.

Ron, We're Supposed To Show The First Years Where To Go!" "oh Yeah," Said Ron, Who Had Obviously Forgotten. "hey -- Hey You Lot! Midgets!

Malfoy Glanced Around. Harry Knew He Was Checking For Signs Of Teachers. Then He Looked Back At Harry And Said In A Low Voice, "you're Dead, Potter." Harry Raised His Eyebrows. "funny," He Said, "you'd Think I'd Have Stopped Walking Around.

Her Round, Mascara-streaked Face Looked Back At Him Out Of The Rear Window. He Forced A Grin And A Wave Before Lighting Another Cigarette, And Reflecting That Lucy's Idea Of Sympathty Compared Unfavourably With Some Of The Interrogation Techniques They Had Used At Guantanamo.