There had been no more attacks since those on Justin and Nearly Headless Nick, and Madam Pomfrey was pleased to report that the Mandrakes were becoming moody and secretive, meaning that they were fast leaving childhood.
Look, if I picked up a sword right now, Ron, and ran you through with it, I wouldn't damage your soul at all.
Somewhere over there, said Ron, pointing along the shelves. Looking for another book. I think she's trying to read the whole library before Christmas.
Potter wasn't such an unusual name. He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who had a son called Harry.
Blimey, Harry, everyone'd be wantin' magic solutions to their problems. Nah, we're best left alone.
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