The World Is My Oyster. I Can

Devil’s Snare, Devil’s Snare . . . What Did Professor Sprout Say? — It Likes The Dark And The Damp —” “so Light A Fire!” Harry Choked. “yes — Of Course — But There’s No Wood!” Hermoine Cried, Wringing Her Hands. “have You Gone Mad?” Ron Bellowed. “are You A Witch Or Not?

In Opening Them, He Discovered That He Had Eyes.

Or Yet In Wise Old Ravenclaw, If You've A Ready Mind, Where Those Of Wit And Learning, Will Always Find Their Kind.

But In Some Ways I Think It's Braver To Do It Like This. And, To An Extent, You Know What? The Worst That Can Happen Is That Everyone Says, 'well, That Was Dreadful, She Should Have Stuck To Writing For Kids' And I Can Take That. So, Yeah, I'll Put It Out There, And If Everyone Says, 'well, That's Shockingly Bad – Back To Wizards With You', Then Obviously I Won't Be Throwing A Party. But I Will Live. I Will Live.

That Old Berk," Muttered Aberforth, Taking Another Swig Of Mead. "thought The Sun Shone Out Of My Brother's Every Orifice, He Did.