Get Up, You Useless Lump,

I Never Need To Find Time To Read. When People Say To Me, ‘oh, Yeah, I Love Reading. I Would Love To Read, But I Just Don’t Have Time,’ I’m Thinking, ‘how Can You Not Have Time?’ I Read When I’m Drying My Hair. I Read In The Bath. I Read When I’m Sitting In The Bathroom. Pretty Much Anywhere I Can Do The Job One-handed, I Read.

Well, You Split Your Soul, You See, And Hide Part Of It In An Object Outside The Body. Then, Even If One’s Body Is Attacked Or Destroyed, One Cannot Die, For Part Of The Soul Remains Earthbound And Undamaged. But Of Course, Existence In Such A Form . . .

Er — Have The Bludgers Ever Killed Anyone?” Harry Asked, Hoping He Sounded Offhand. “never At Hogwarts. We’ve Had A Couple Of Broken Jaws But Nothing Worse Than That. You Don’t Have To Worry About The Quaffle Or The Bludgers —” “— Unless They Crack My Head Open.” “don’t Worry, The Weasleys Are More Than A Match For The Bludgers — I Mean, They’re Like A Pair Of Human Bludgers Themselves.

Daddy's Gone Mad, Hasn't He?

Course Dumbledore Trusts You,” Growled Moody. “he’s A Trusting Man, Isn’t He? Believes In Second Chances. But Me — I Say There Are Spots That Don’t Come Off, Snape. Spots That Never Come Off, D’you Know What I Mean?