You're A Wizard, Harry.

Fred, You Next," The Plump Woman Said. "i'm Not Fred, I'm George," Said The Boy. "honestly, Woman, You Call Yourself Our Mother? Can't You Tell I'm George?" "sorry, George, Dear." "only Joking, I Am Fred," Said The Boy And Off He Went.

No, Nothing,' Said Dumbledore, And A Great Sadness Filled His Face. 'the Time Is Long Gone When I Could Frighten You With A Burning Wardrobe And Force You To Make Repayment For Your Crimes. But I Wish I Could, Tom... I Wish I Could.

Hello, Harry" Said George, Beaming At Him. "we Thought We Heard Your Dulcet Tones." "you Don't Want To Bottle Up Your Anger Like That, Harry, Let It All Out," Said Fred, Also Beaming. "there Might Be A Couple Of People Fifty Miles Away Who Didn't Hear You.

Fred And George Turned To Each Other And Said Together, “wow — We’re Identical!

I Believe In Hard Work And Luck, And That The First Often Leads To The Second