· No one need ever know we flew the car.37
· The room was growing dark. Exhausted, stomach rumbling, mind
spinning over the same unanswerable questions, Harry fell into an
uneasy sleep.
· "Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
· The room was growing dark. Exhausted, stomach rumbling, mind
spinning over the same unanswerable questions, Harry fell into an
uneasy sleep.
· Every now and then she muttered things like "don't
know what you were thinking of," and "never would have believed it."
· "You keep your mouth closed while you're eating!" Mrs. Weasley
snapped.
· It's your own fault you've been up all night.
· "Your sons flew that car to Harry's house and back last night." shouted Mrs. Weasley. "What have you got to say about that, eh?"
· "This is the best house I've ever been in."
· "I thought you were going to buy me a present."
· "What's the good of that if I'm not on the House team?" said Malfoy,
· He's not even that good, it's just because he's famous ... famous for having a stupid scar on his forehead . . . ."
· "You have told me this at least a dozen times already," said Mr.
· Your son has fine taste, sir."
· "that may indeed be all he is fit for -"
· "I would have thought you'd be ashamed that a girl of no wizard family beat you in every exam," snapped Mr. Malfoy.
· "I am in something of a hurry, Borgin, I have important business elsewhere today -"
· An old wooden street sign hanging over a shop selling poisonous candles told him he was in Knockturn Alley. This didn't help, as Harry had never heard of such a place. He supposed he hadn't spoken clearly enough through his mouthful of ashes
· "HARRY! What d'yeh think yer doin' down there?"
· "What happened to your glasses? Hello, Hagrid - Oh, it's wonderful to see you two again - Are you coming into Gringotts, Harry?"
· Mr. Weasley started up the engine and they trundled out of the yard, Harry turning back for a last look at the house
· They looked at each other and started to laugh; for a long time, they couldn't stop.
· "It's probably just tired," said Ron. "It's never been this far before
· Mr. Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind.
· "We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know."
· "I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore,
· he'd had the same dream before.
· The only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning. He had had it as long as he could remember
· Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby angel -- Harry often said that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig.
· "Now what?" said Aunt Petunia, looking furiously at Harry as though he'd planned this.
· "Dinky Duddydums, don't cry, Mummy won't let him spoil your special day!" she cried, flinging her arms around him.
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