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J.K. Rowling
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January 4 - January 9, 2018
Don’t let the Muggles get you down!
eyes open, facing his three birthday cards. 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.
I’d hate to see what the Ministry’d do to me if I blew up an aunt. Mind you, they’d have to dig me up first, because Mum would’ve killed me.
“I’m not going to be murdered,” Harry said out loud. “That’s the spirit, dear,” said his mirror sleepily.
They reached their familiar, circular dormitory with its five four-poster beds, and Harry, looking around, felt he was home at last.
“All righ’?” he said eagerly, pausing on the way to the staff table. “Yer in my firs’ ever lesson! Right after lunch! Bin up since five gettin’ everythin’ ready. . . . Hope it’s okay. . . . Me, a teacher . . . hones’ly. . . .” He grinned broadly
“Right, you’ve got a crooked sort of cross . . .” He consulted Unfogging the Future. “That means you’re going to have ‘trials and suffering’ — sorry about that — but there’s a thing that could be the sun . . . hang on . . . that means ‘great happiness’ . . . so you’re going to suffer but be very happy. . . .”
Neville looked around rather wildly, as though begging someone to help him, then said, in barely more than a whisper, “Professor Snape.” Nearly everyone laughed. Even Neville grinned apologetically. Professor Lupin, however, looked thoughtful. “Professor Snape . . . hmmm . . . Neville, I believe you live with your grandmother?” “Er — yes,” said Neville nervously. “But — I don’t want the boggart to turn into her either.”
“Honestly, am I the only person who’s ever bothered to read Hogwarts: A History?” said Hermione crossly to Harry and Ron. “Probably,” said Ron. “Why?”
turn to page 394.”
“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”
“I don’t think anyone should ride that broom just yet!” said Hermione shrilly. Harry and Ron looked at her. “What d’you think Harry’s going to do with it — sweep the floor?” said Ron.
I’m jus’ gonna make sure the rest o’ Beaky’s time is the happiest he’s ever had. I owe him that. . .
“Have either of you seen my copy of Numerology and Grammatica?” “Oh, yeah, I borrowed it for a bit of bedtime reading,” said Ron,
Black wheeled Buckbeak around, facing the open sky. “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.
I, Sirius Black, Harry Potter’s godfather, hereby give him permission to visit Hogsmeade on weekends.
