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J.K. Rowling
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July 17 - July 22, 2025
“Professor Moody?” he said uncertainly. “I don’t know so much about ‘Professor,’” growled the voice, “never got round to much teaching, did I?
Cause he was stuffed in the trunk
Nearly failed on Stealth and Tracking, I’m dead clumsy, did you hear me break that plate when we arrived downstairs?”
Tonks is so cute
The nearest streetlamp went out with a pop. He clicked the unlighter again; the next lamp went out. He kept clicking until every lamp in the square was extinguished and the only light in the square came from curtained windows and the sickle moon overhead.
Omg like in book 1 when they first dropped off harry
“He’s not a nutter, Ron —” “His life’s ambition is to have his head cut off and stuck up on a plaque just like his mother,” said Ron irritably. “Is that normal, Hermione?”
“Do that one like a pig snout, Tonks . . .” Tonks obliged, and Harry, looking up, had the fleeting impression that a female Dudley was grinning at him from across the table.
“My mother didn’t have a heart, Kreacher,” Sirius snapped. “She kept herself alive out of pure spite.”
“Amelia Bones
Its me!
Mrs. Weasley was wiping her face on her apron, and Fred, George, and Ginny were doing a kind of war dance to a chant that went “He got off, he got off, he got off —”
Dumbledore was having real trouble finding anyone to do the job this year.” “Not surprising, is it, when you look at what’s happened to the last four?” said George. “One sacked, one dead, one’s memory removed, and one locked in a trunk for nine months,” said Harry, counting them off on his fingers. “Yeah, I see what you mean.”
“There’s been a mistake,” said Fred, snatching the letter out of Ron’s grasp and holding it up to the light as though checking for a watermark. “No one in their right mind would make Ron a prefect
“I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That’s everyone in the family!” “What are Fred and I, next-door neighbors?”
“We’re going to have to watch our step, George,” said Fred, pretending to tremble, “with these two on our case . . .” “Yeah, it looks like our law-breaking days are finally over,” said George, shaking his head.
Fred and George had bewitched their trunks to fly downstairs to save the bother of carrying them, with the result that they had hurtled straight into Ginny and knocked her down two flights of stairs into the hall;
“For heaven’s sake act more like a dog, Sirius!”
She did not seem to need to blink as much as normal humans.
You’re Harry Potter,” she added. “I know I am,” said Harry.
“Kenneth Towler came out in boils, d’you remember?” said Fred reminiscently. “That’s ’cause you put Bulbadox Powder in his pajamas,” said George. “Oh yeah,” said Fred, grinning. “I’d forgotten. . . . Hard to keep track sometimes, isn’t it?”
“Well,” he said, trying to sound as though he found the whole thing a joke, “if you want to — er — what is it?” (He checked Percy’s letter.) “Oh yeah — ‘sever ties’ with me, I swear I won’t get violent.”
Imagine wasting your time and energy persecuting merpeople when there are little toerags like Kreacher on the loose —”
“But this is much more important than homework!” said Hermione. Harry and Ron goggled at her. “I didn’t think there was anything in the universe more important than homework,” said Ron.
“No, they can’t have done because I put a jinx on that piece of parchment we all signed,” said Hermione grimly. “Believe me, if anyone’s run off and told Umbridge, we’ll know exactly who they are and they will really regret it.”
Queen
“She’s hurt!” Harry whispered, bending his head low over her.
Who hurt hedwig cause were gonna fight
A split second later he realized that Neville had just charged past him, heading straight for Malfoy. “Neville, no!”
Neville is gonna fightttt
“You applied first for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, I believe?” Professor Umbridge asked Snape. “Yes,” said Snape quietly. “But you were unsuccessful?” Snape’s lip curled. “Obviously.”
What with the regular sounds of retching, cheering, and Fred and George taking advance orders from the crowd, Harry was finding it exceptionally difficult to focus on the correct method for Strengthening Solutions.
She, Harry, and Ron watched George projectile-vomit into the bucket, gulp down the rest of the chew, and straighten up, beaming with his arms wide to protracted applause.
like all the hats that Hermione had ever knitted; he was wearing one on top of the other, so that his head seemed elongated by two or three feet,
“Fat chance,” said Ron, who was examining his own fake Galleon with a slightly mournful air. “I haven’t got any real Galleons to confuse it with.”
“Good luck, Ron,” said Hermione, standing on tiptoe and kissing him on the cheek.
:0
“And it’s Johnson, Johnson with the Quaffle, what a player that girl is, I’ve been saying it for years but she still won’t go out with me —”
Jordans commentary is always so good
Ron, meanwhile, was going home to the Burrow. Harry endured several days of jealousy before Ron said, in response to Harry asking how Ron was going to get home for Christmas, “But you’re coming too! Didn’t I say? Mum wrote and told me to invite you weeks ago!”
“Well?” Ron said finally, looking up at Harry. “How was it?” Harry considered for a moment. “Wet,” he said truthfully. Ron made a noise that might have indicated jubilation or disgust, it was hard to tell. “Because she was crying,” Harry continued heavily. “Oh,” said Ron, his smile fading slightly. “Are you that bad at kissing?”
That’s what they should teach us here, he thought, turning over onto his side, how girls’ brains work . . . it’d be more useful than Divination anyway.
