They heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat. Get the mail, Dudley, said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper. Make Harry get it.Get the mail, Harry.Make Dudley get it.Poke h...
Don't play, said Hermione at once.Say you're ill, said Ron.Pretend to break your leg, Hermione suggested. break your leg, said Ron.
Braggarts and rogues, dogs and scoundrels, drive them out, Harry Potter, see them off!
Harry was speeding toward the ground when the crowd saw him clap his hand to his mouth as though he was going to be sick-he hit the field on all fours-coughed-and something gold fell into his hand.'I'...
Yeah', said Fats. 'Fucking and dying. That's it, innit? Fucking and dying. That's life.''Trying to get a fuck and trying not to die.''Or trying to die', said Fats. 'Some people. Risking it.''Yeah, Ris...
What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally the whole school knows.