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It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that.
‘I never thought to look in here!’ she whispered excitedly. ‘I got this out of the library weeks ago for a bit of light reading.’ ‘Light?’ said Ron,
his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday last year, enjoys a quiet life in Devon with his wife, Perenelle (six hundred and fifty-eight).
‘I’m going to play,’ he told Ron and Hermione. ‘If I don’t, all the Slytherins will think I’m just too scared to face Snape. I’ll show them … it’ll really wipe the smiles off their faces if we win.’ ‘Just as long as we’re not wiping you off the pitch,’ said Hermione.
‘I’m worth twelve of you, Malfoy,’ he stammered. Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle howled with laughter, but Ron, still not daring to take his eyes from the game, said, ‘You tell him, Neville.’
‘We won! You won! We won!’ shouted Ron, thumping Harry on the back. ‘And I gave Malfoy a black eye and Neville tried to take on Crabbe and Goyle single-handed! He’s still out cold but Madam Pomfrey says he’ll be all right
‘So you mean the Stone’s only safe as long as Quirrell stands up to Snape?’ said Hermione in alarm. ‘It’ll be gone by next Tuesday,’ said Ron.
‘He really knows me now, watch. Norbert! Norbert! Where’s Mummy?’ ‘He’s lost his marbles,’ Ron muttered in Harry’s ear. ‘Hagrid,’ said Harry loudly, ‘give it a fortnight and Norbert’s going to be as long as your house.
Harry suddenly turned to Ron. ‘Charlie,’ he said. ‘You’re losing it, too,’ said Ron. ‘I’m Ron, remember?’
From inside the crate came ripping noises that sounded to Harry as though teddy was having his head torn off.
‘Malfoy’s got detention! I could sing!’
‘I want Fang,’ said Malfoy quickly, looking at Fang’s long teeth. ‘All right, but I warn yeh, he’s a coward,’ said Hagrid.
he’s not going to try it again in a hurry. And Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid lets Dumbledore down.’
‘So light a fire!’ Harry choked. ‘Yes – of course – but there’s no wood!’ Hermione cried, wringing her hands. ‘HAVE YOU GONE MAD?’ Ron bellowed. ‘ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT?’
‘Harry – you’re a great wizard, you know.’ ‘I’m not as good as you,’ said Harry, very embarrassed, as she let go of him. ‘Me!’ said Hermione. ‘Books! And cleverness! There are more important things – friendship and bravery and – oh Harry – be careful!’
‘What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows. I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a lavatory seat.
After all, to the well-organised mind, death is but the next great adventure.
– the trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things which are worst for them.’
Always use the proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.’
‘The truth.’ Dumbledore sighed. ‘It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.
‘Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn’t realise that love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves its own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign … to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection for ever.
Now, enough questions. I suggest you make a start on these sweets. Ah! Bertie Bott’s Every-Flavour Beans! I was unfortunate enough in my youth to come across a vomit-flavoured one, and since then I’m afraid I’ve rather lost my liking for them – but I think I’ll be safe with a nice toffee, don’t you?’ He smiled and popped the golden-brown bean into his mouth. Then he choked and said, ‘Alas! Earwax!’
Dumbledore thinks that – what was it? – “to the well-organised mind, death is but the next great adventure”.’ ‘I always said he was off his rocker,’
Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were … you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts …
‘Ahem,’ said Dumbledore. ‘I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes … ‘First – to Mr Ronald Weasley …’ Ron went purple in the face; he looked like a radish with bad sunburn. ‘… for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points.’
‘They don’t know we’re not allowed to use magic at home. I’m going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer …’
