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Pigwidgeon was choking on an overlarge Owl Treat. “Why is everything I own rubbish?” said Ron furiously, striding across the room to unstick Pigwidgeon’s beak.
fell in the lake! He looked positively delighted about it.
“You know her — just put in loads of misery, she’ll lap it up.”
Harry and Ron were deeply amused when Professor Trelawney told them that they had received top marks for their homework in their next Divination class. She read out large portions of their predictions, commending them for their unflinching acceptance of the horrors in store for them — but they were less amused when she asked them to do the same thing for the month after next; both of them were running out of ideas for catastrophes.
If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”
“Listen,” said Harry firmly. “If you don’t take it, I’m throwing it down the drain. I don’t want it and I don’t need it. But I could do with a few laughs. We could all do with a few laughs. I’ve got a feeling we’re going to need them more than usual before long.”
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