I Don't Feel I Owe

I Speak Now, Harry Potter, Directly To You. You Have Permitted Your Friends To Die For You Rather Than Face Me Yourself. I Shall Wait For One Hour In The Forbidden Forest. If, At The End Of That Hour, You Have Not Come To Me, Have Not Given Yourself Up, Then Battle Recommences. This Time, I Shall Enter The Fray Myself, Harry Potter, And I Shall Find You, And I Shall Punish Every Last Man, Woman, And Child Who Has Tried To Conceal You From Me. One Hour.

Anyone Can Speak Troll. All You Have To Do Is Point And Grunt.

I Have No Time To Explain Now. It Is A Thrilling Tale, I Wish To Do It Justice.

Your Hair Is Much Too Long, Ronald, For A Moment I Thought You Were Ginevra.

There Is No Point In Apportioning Blame. What Is Done, Is Done.