Reminds me, reminds us that though we may come from different places, speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one.

He-who-must-not-be-named did great things, terrible, yes. But great.

He didn't see the owls swooping past in broad daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open-mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead.

Next time there's a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!

But from that moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend.

While there have been no proven referee slayings since, there have been several incidences of broom-tampering over the centuries, the most dangerous being the transformation of the referee's broom into a Portkey, so that he or she is whisked away from the match halfway through and turns up months later in the Sahara Desert.

You'd be surprised, it's not all about wandwork, either.