I Hope There's Pudding!

I Say There Are Spots That Don't Come Off.... Spots That Never Come Off, D'you Know What I Mean?

What Are Fred And I? Next Door Neighbors?

Seventeen, Eh!" Said Hagrid As He Accepted A Bucket-sized Glass Of Wine From Fred. "six Years To The Day We Met, Harry, D’yeh Remember It?" "vaguely," Said Harry, Grinning Up At Him. "didn’t You Smash Down The Front Door, Give Dudley A Pig’s Tail, And Tell Me I Was A Wizard?" "i Forge’ The Details," Hagrid Chortled.

Everybody Finished The Song At Different Times. At Last, Only The Weasley Twins Were Left Singing Along To A Very Slow Funeral March.

Never," Said Hagrid Irritably, "try An' Get A Straight Answer Out Of A Centaur. Ruddy Stargazers. Not Interested In Anythin' Closer'n The Moon.