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by
J.K. Rowling
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July 11 - July 21, 2025
Non-magic people (more commonly known as Muggles) were particularly afraid of magic in medieval times, but not very good at recognizing it. On the rare occasion that they did catch a real witch or wizard, burning had no effect whatsoever. The witch or wizard would perform a basic Flame-Freezing Charm and then pretend to shriek with pain while enjoying a gentle, tickling sensation. Indeed, Wendelin the Weird enjoyed being burned so much that she allowed herself to be caught no less than forty-seven times in various disguises.
Extremely unusual though he was, at that moment Harry Potter felt just like everyone else — glad, for the first time in his life, that it was his birthday.
Them Azkaban guards give me the collywobbles.”
“I’m not going to be murdered,” Harry said out loud. “That’s the spirit, dear,” said his mirror sleepily.
“In Sites of Historical Sorcery it says the inn was the headquarters for the 1612 goblin rebellion, and the Shrieking Shack’s supposed to be the most severely haunted building in Britain —”
“I was under the impression that I am teaching this lesson, not you. And I am telling you all to turn to page 394.”
“Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all.”
“The dementors affect you worse than the others because there are horrors in your past that the others don’t have.”
“Dementors are among the foulest creatures that walk this earth. They infest the darkest, filthiest places, they glory in decay and despair, they drain peace, hope, and happiness out of the air around them. Even Muggles feel their presence, though they can’t see them. Get too near a dementor and every good feeling, every happy memory will be sucked out of you. If it can, the dementor will feed on you long enough to reduce you to something like itself . . . soulless and evil. You’ll be left with nothing but the worst experiences of your life. And the worst that happened to you, Harry, is enough
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“The fortress is set on a tiny island, way out to sea, but they don’t need walls and water to keep the prisoners in, not when they’re all trapped inside their own heads, incapable of a single cheerful thought. Most of them go mad within weeks.”
He took out his wand, touched the parchment lightly, and said, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”
“Just tap it again and say, ‘Mischief managed!’ And it’ll go blank.”
Nothing changed when they left school. Black was best man when James married Lily. Then they named him godfather to Harry. Harry has no idea, of course. You can imagine how the idea would torment him.”
Never forget that when thirteen dine together, the first to rise will be the first to die!”
“My dad didn’t strut,” said Harry, before he could stop himself. “And neither do I.”
“I am going to lock you in. It is —” he consulted his watch, “five minutes to midnight. Miss Granger, three turns should do it. Good luck.”
“We’ll see each other again,” he said. “You are — truly your father’s son, Harry. . . .”
“You think the dead we have loved ever truly leave us? You think that we don’t recall them more clearly than ever in times of great trouble? Your father is alive in you, Harry, and shows himself most plainly when you have need of him. How else could you produce that particular Patronus? Prongs rode again last night.”
If ever you need me, send word. Your owl will find me.
I, Sirius Black, Harry Potter’s godfather, hereby give him permission to visit Hogsmeade on weekends.
