Philosopher's Stone
“Oh, are wewe a prefect Percy? wewe should have alisema something, we had no idea.”
“Hang on I think I remember him saying something about it once…”
“Or twice-''
“A minute-''
“All summer-''
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“So light a fire!” Harry choked.
“Yes… of course… but there’s no wood!” Hermione cried, wringing her hands.
“HAVE wewe GONE MAD!” Ron bellowed. “ARE wewe A WITCH au NOT!”
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“Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left imba along to a very slow funeral march.
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Lee Jordan was finding it difficult not to take sides.
“So-after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating-“
“Jordan!” growled Professor McGonagall.
“I mean, after that open and revolting foul-“
“Jordan, I’m warning you-“
“All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone I’m sure…”
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“They stuff people’s heads down the toilet the first siku at Stonewall,” Dudley told Harry. “want to come upstairs and practice?”
“No, thanks,” alisema Harry. “The poor toilet’s never had anything as horrible as your head down it- it might be sick.”
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“You haven’t got a letter on yours,” George observed. “I suppose she thinks wewe don’t forget your name. But we’re not stupid – we know we’re called Gred and Forge.”
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“Fred wewe next,” the plump woman said.
“I’m not Fred, I’m George,” alisema the boy. “Honestly, woman, wewe call yourself our mother! Can’t wewe tell I’m George?”
“Sorry, George, dear.”
“Only joking, I am Fred,” alisema the boy, and off he went.
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“And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?”
“Throw it away and ngumi, punch him in the nose,” suggested Ron.
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One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.
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Dudley looked a lot like Uncle Vernon. He had a large pink face, not much neck, small watery blue eyes, and thick blonde hair that lay smoothly on his thick, fat head. Aunt petunia often alisema that Dudley looked like a baby angel. Harry often alisema that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig.
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"So wewe mean the Stone's only salama as long as Quirrell stands up to Snape?" alisema Hermione in alarm.
"It'll be gone kwa inayofuata Tuesday," alisema Ron.
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Speaking quietly so that no one else would hear, Harry told the other two about Snape's sudden, sinister desire to be a Quidditch referee.
"Don't play," alisema Hermione at once.
"Say you're ill," alisema Ron.
"Pretend to break your leg," Hermione suggested.
"Really break your leg," alisema Ron.
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"Your aunt and uncle will be proud, though, won't they?" alisema Hermione as they got off the train and joined the crowd thronging toward the Enchanted barrier. "When they hear what wewe did this year?"
"Proud?" alisema Harry. "Are wewe crazy? All those times I could've died, and I didn't manage it? They'll be furious..."

Chamber of Secrets

Fred and George, however, found all this very funny. They went out of their way to march ahead of Harry down the corridors, shouting, "Make way for the Heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through..."
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They were almost at King's kuvuka, msalaba when Harry remembered something.
"Ginny--what did wewe see Percy doing, that he didn't want wewe to tell anyone?"
"Oh that," alisema Ginny, giggling. "Well--Percy's got a girlfriend."
Fred dropped a stack of vitabu on George's head. "What?"
"It's that Ravenclaw prefect, Penelope Clearwater," alisema Ginny. "That's who he was uandishi to all last summer. He's been meeting her all over the school in secret. I walked in on them kissing in an empty classroom one day. He was so upest when she was--you know--attacked. wewe won't tease him, will you?" she added anxiously.
"Wouldn't dream of it," alisema Fred, who was looking like his birthday had come early.
"Definitely not," alisema George, sniggering
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“’A study of Hogwarts’ Prefects and Their Later Careers,’” Ron read aloud off the back cover. “That sounds fascinating.”
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“You’re alive,” she alisema blankly to Harry.
“There’s no need to sound so disappointed,” he alisema grimly, wiping flecks of blood and slime off his glasses.
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Hermione, however, clapped a hand to her forehead. “Harry – I think I’ve just understood something! I’ve got to go to the library!” And she sprinted away up the stairs.
“What does she understand?” alisema Harry distractedly, still looking around, trying to tell where the voice had come from.
“Loads zaidi than I do.” alisema Ron shaking his head.
“But why’s she got to go to the library?”
“Because that’s what Hermione does,” alisema Ron shrugging. “When in doubt, go to the library.”

Prisoner of Azkaban

As though an invisible hand were uandishi upon it, words appeared on the smooth surface of the map. "Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business."
Snape froze. Harry stared, dumbstruck, at the message. But the map didn't stop there. zaidi uandishi was appearing beneath the first.
"Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git."
It would have been funny if the situation hadn't been so serious. And there was more...
"Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor."
Harry closed his eyes in horror. When he'd opened them, the map had had its last word.
"Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball."
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George looked up in time to see Malfoy pretending to faint with terror again.
“That little git,” he alisema calmly. “He wasn’t so cocky last night when the dementors were down at our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn’t he. Fred?”
“Nearly wet himself,” alisema Fred, with a contemptuous glance at Malfoy.
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Percy had what were possibly the least helpful words of comfort. “they make a fuss about Hogsmeade, but I assure you, Harry, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” He alisema seriously. “All right, the sweetshops rather good, and Zonko’s Joke Shop’s frankly dangerous, and yes, the Shrieking Shack is always worth a visit, but really, Harry, apart from that, you’re not missing anything.”
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“Sure wewe can manage that broom, Potter?” alisema a cold, drawling voice. Draco Malfoy had arrived for a closer look, Crabbe and Goyle right behind him.
“Yeah, reckon so,” alisema Harry casually.
“Got plenty of special features, hasn’t it?” alisema Malfoy, eyes glittering maliciously. “Shame it doesn’t come with a parachute – in case wewe get to near a Dementor.” Crabbe and Goyle sniggered.
“Pity wewe can’t attach an extra arm to yours, Malfoy,” alisema Harry. “Then it could catch the Snitch for you.”
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“Well… when we were in our first year, Harry – young, carefree, and innocent-“
Harry snorted. He doubted whether Fred and George had ever been innocent.
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(Harry, just being greeted kwa Percy) “Harry!” alisema Fred, elbowing Percy out of the way and bowing deeply. “Simply splendid to see you, old boy—“
“Marvelous,” alisema George, pushing Fred aside and seizing Harry’s hand in turn. “Absolutely spiffing.”
Percy scowled.
“That’s enough, now,” alisema Mrs. Weasley.
“Mum!” alisema Fred as though he’d only just spotted her and seizing her hand too. “How really corking to see you—“
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“How’re we getting to King’s kuvuka, msalaba tomorrow, Dad?” asked Fred as they dug into a sumptuous pudding.
“The Ministry is providing a couple of cars,” alisema Mr. Weasley.
Everyone looked up at him.
“Why?” alisema Percy curiously.
“It’s because of you, Perce,” alisema George seriously. “And there’ll be little flags on the hoods, with HB on them --“
“—for Humongous Bighead,” alisema Fred.
Everyone except Percy and Mrs. Weasley snorted into their pudding.
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“Where is Wood?” alisema Harry, suddenly realizing he wasn’t there.
“Still in the showers,” alisema Fred. “We think he’s trying to drown himself.”

Goblet of Fire

One of them was a very old wizard who was wearing a long flowery nightgown. The other was clearly a Ministry wizard; he was holding out a pair of pinstriped trousers and almost crying with exasperation.
"Just put them on, Archie, there's a good chap. wewe can't walk around like that, the Muggle at the gate's already getting suspicious-"
"I bought this in a Muggle shop," alisema the old wizard stubbornly. "Muggles wear them."
"Muggle women wear them, Archie, not the men, they wear these," alisema the Ministry wizard, and he brandished the pinstriped trousers.
"I'm not putting them on," alisema old Archie in indignation. "I like a healthy breeze 'round my privates, thanks."
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"OH NO wewe DON'T, LADDIE!"
Harry spun around. Professor Moody was limping down the marble staircase. His wand was out and it was pointing right at a pure white ferret.
"I want to fix that in my memory forever," alisema Ron, his closed and an uplifted expression on his face. "Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret..."
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"Oh Professor look! I think I found an unaspected planet! Oooh, which one's that, Professor?"
"It is Uranus, my dear," alisema Professor Trelawney peering down a the chart.
"Can I have a look at Uranus too, Lavender?" alisema Ron.
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"Mr. Weasley, it's Harry.. the fireplace has been blocked up. wewe won't be able to get through there."
"Damn!" alisema Mr. Weasley's voice. "What on earth did they want to block the fireplace for?"
"They've got an electric fire," Harry explained.
"Really?" alisema Mr. Weasley's voice excitedly. "Eclectic, wewe say? With a plug? Gracious, I must see that... Let's think...ouch, Ron!"
Ron's voice now joined the others'.
"What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong?"
"Oh no, Ron," came Fred's voice, very sarcastically. "No, this is exactly where we want to end up."
"Yeah, we're having the time of our lives here," alisema George, whose voice sounded muffled, as though he was squashed against the wall.
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"Wild!" he said, twiddling the replay knob on the side. I can make that old bloke down there pick his nose again ... and again ... and again. . ."
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"I was saying that Saturn was surely in a position of power in the heavens at the moment of your birth...your dark hair...your mean stature...tragic losses so young in life...I think I am right in saying, my dear, that wewe were born in midwinter?"
"No," alisema Harry, "I was born in July."
Ron hastily turned his laugh into a hacking cough.
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"Of course we still want to know you!" Harry said, staring at Hagrid.
"You don't think anything that Skeeter cow - sorry, Professor," he added quickly, looking at Dumbledore.
"I have gone temporarily deaf and haven't any idea what wewe said, Harry," alisema Dumbledore, twiddling his thumbs and staring at the ceiling.
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"Mr. Crouch!" alisema Percy breathlessly, sunk into a kind of half-bow that made him look like a hunchback. "Would wewe like a cup of tea?"
"Oh," alisema Mr. Crouch, looking over at Percy in mild surprise. "Yes — thank you, Weatherby."
Fred and George choked into their own cups. Percy, very pink around the ears, busied himself with the kettle.
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"Colin, I fell in!" he [Dennis Creevey] alisema shrilly, throwing himself into an empty seat. "It was brilliant! And something in the water grabbed me and pushed me back in the boat!"
"Cool!" alisema Colin, just as excitedly. "It was probably the giant squid, Dennis!"
"Wow!" alisema Dennis, as though nobody in their wildest dreams could hope for zaidi than being thrown into a storm-tossed, fathoms-deep lake, and pushed out of it again kwa a giant sea monster.
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"Maybe he'll believe I'm not enjoying myself once I've got my neck broken au - "
"That's not funny," alisema Hermione quietly. "That's not funny at all." She looked extremely anxious. "Harry, I've been thinking - wewe know what we've got to do, don't you? Straight away, the moment we get back to the castle?"
"Yeah, give Ron a good kick up the - "
"Write to Sirius."
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"What would your head have been doing in Hogsmeade, Potter?" alisema Snape softly. "Your head is not allowed in Hogsmeade. No part of your body has permission to be in Hogsmeade."

Order of the Phoenix

A week after Fred and George's departure, Harry witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves, who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier, and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth, "It unscrews the other way."
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Mrs. Weasley let out a shriek just like Hermione's.
"I don't believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That's everyone in the family!"
"What are Fred and I, next-door neighbours?" alisema George indignantly, as his mother pushed him aside and flung her arms around her youngest son.
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"Yes - yes, good point, Petunia! What were wewe doing under our window, boy?"
"Listening to the news," alisema Harry in a resigned voice.
His aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage.
"Listening to the news! Again?"
"Well, it changes every day, wewe see," alisema Harry.
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"Cough drop, Dolores?" alisema Professor McGonagall.

Half-Blood Prince

"'Harry Potter knows that he can confide in me with complete confidence,' I told them. 'I would rather die than betray his trust.'"
"That's not saying much, seeing as you're already dead," Ron observed.
"Once again, wewe onyesha all the sensitivity of a blunt axe," alisema Nearly Headless Nick in affronted tones.
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"Do wewe remember me telling wewe we are practicing nonverbal spells, Potter?"
"Yes," alisema Harry stiffly.
"Yes, sir."
"There's no need to call me 'sir,' Professor."
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"You'd think people had better things to gossip about," alisema Ginny as she sat on the common room floor, leaning against Harry's legs and kusoma the Daily Prophet. "Three Dementor attacks in a week, and all Romilda Vane does is ask me if it's true you've got a Hippogriff tattooed across your chest."
Ron and Hermione both roared with laughter. Harry ignored them.
"What did wewe tell her?"
"I told her it's a Hungarian Horntail," alisema Ginny, turning a page of the newspaper idly. "Much zaidi macho."
"Thanks," alisema Harry, grinning. "And what did wewe tell her Ron's got?"
"A Pygmy Puff, but I didn't say where."
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"And that's Smith of Hufflepuff with the Quaffle," alisema a dreamy voice, echoing over the grounds. "He did the commentary last time, of course, and Ginny Weasley flew into him, I think probably on purpose, it looked like it. Smith was being quite rude about Gryffindor, I expect he regrets that now he's playing them - oh, look, he's Lost the Quaffle. Ginny took it from him. I do like her, she's very nice..."
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Fred, George, Harry, and Ron were the only ones who knew that the Angel on juu of the mti was actually a garden gnome that had bitten Fred on the ankle as he pulled up carrots for krisimasi dinner. Stupefied, painted gold, stuffed into a miniature tutu and with small wings glued to its back, it glowered down at them all, the ugliest Angel Harry had ever seen, with a large bald head like a potato and rather hairy feet.
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Pointing his wand at nothing in particular, he gave it an upward flick and alisema Levicorpus! inside his head.
"Aaaaaaaargh!"
There was a flash of light and the room was full of voices: Everyone had woken up as Ron had let out a yell. Harry sent Advanced Potion-Making flying in panic; Ron was dangling upside down in midair as though an invisible hook had hoisted him up kwa the ankle.
"Sorry!" yelled Harry, as Dean and Seamus roared with laughter, and Neville picked himself up from the floor, having fallen out of bed. "Hang on- I'll let wewe down-"
He groped for the potion book and riffled through it in a panic, trying to find the right page; at last he located it and deciphered one cramped word underneath the spell: Praying that this was the counter-jinx, Harry thought Liberacorpus! with all his might.
There was another flash of light, and Ron fell in a heap onto his mattress.
"Sorry," repeated Harry weakly, while Dean and Seamus continued to roar with laughter.
"Tomorrow," alisema Ron in a muffled voice, "I'd rather wewe set the alarm clock."
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"This is your copy of Advanced Potion-Making, is it, Potter?"
"Yes," alisema Harry, still breathing hard.
"You're quite sure of that, are you, Potter?"
"Yes," alisema Harry, with a touch of zaidi defiance.
"This is the the copy of Advanced Potion-Making that wewe purchased from Flourish and Blotts?"
"Yes," alisema Harry firmly.
"Then why," asked Snape, "does it have the name 'Roonil Wazlib' written inside the front cover?"
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"If I'm having lessons with you, I won't have to do Occlumency with Snape, will I?"
"Professor Snape, Harry - and no, wewe will not."
"Good," alisema Harry in relief, "because they were a -"
"I think the word 'fiasco' would be a good one here."
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Why Are wewe Worrying about You-Know-Who?
wewe SHOULD Be Worrying About
U-NO-POO -
the Constipation Sensation That's Gripping the Nation!

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"I would assume that wewe were going to offer me refreshment," Dumbledore alisema to Uncle Vernon, "but the evidence so far suggests that that would be optimistic to the point of foolishness."
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"There is no way they'd let me be a Death Eater!" alisema Ron indignantly, a bit of sausage flying off the fork he was now brandishing at Hermione and hitting Ernie Macmillan on the head. "My whole family are blood traitors! That's as bad as Muggle-borns to Death Eaters!"
"And they'd upendo to have me," alisema Harry sarcastically. "We'd be best pals if they didn't keep trying to do me in."
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"I don't think wewe should be an Auror, Harry," alisema Luna unexpectedly. Everybody looked at her. "The Aurors are part of the Rotfang Conspiracy, I thought everyone knew that. They're planning to bring down the Ministry of Magic from within using a combination of Dark Magic and gum disease."
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"Women," [Ron] alisema wisely to Harry, "they're easily upset."
"And yet," alisema Hermione, coming out of her reverie, "I doubt you'd find a woman who sulked for half an saa because Madam Rosmerta didn't laugh at their joke about the hag, the Healer, and the Mimbulus mimbletonia."
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"Oh, very good," interrupted Snape, his lip curling. "Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. 'Ghosts are transparent.'"

Deathly Hallows

"How do wewe feel Georgie?" whispered Mrs.Weasley.
George's fingers groped for the side of his head."Saintlike," he murmured.
"What's wrong with him?" croaked Fred, looking terrified. "Is his mind affected?"
"Saintlike," reapted George, opening his eyes and looking up at his nrother. "You see...I'm holy. Holey, Fred, geddit?"
Mrs.Weasley sobbed harder than ever. Color flooded Fred's pale face.
"Pathetic," he told George. "Pathetic! With the whole world of ear-related humor before you, wewe go for holey?"
"Ah well," alisema George, grinning at his tear-soaked mother. "You'll be able to tell us apart now, anyway, mum."
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"The sooner this wedding's over the happier I'll be." [Ron]
"Yeah" alisema Harry, "then we'll have nothing to do except find Horcruxes....It'll be like a holiday, won't it?"
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“I was awake half the night thinking it all over, and I believe it’s a plot to get the house.”
“The house?” repeated Harry. “What house?”
“This house!” shrieked Uncle Vernon, the vein in his forehead starting to pulse. “Our house! House prices are skyrocketing around here! wewe want us out of the way and then you’re going to do a bit of hocus-pocus and before we know it the deeds will be in your name and—“
“Are wewe out of your mind?” demanded Harry. “A plot to get this house? Are wewe actually as stupid as wewe look?”
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“How’s Norbert doin’?”
“Norbert?” Charlie laughed. “The Norwegian Ridgeback? We call her Norberta now.”
“Wha—Norbert’s a girl?
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Ron, wewe know full well Harry and I were brought up kwa Muggles!” alisema Hermione. “We didn’t hear stories like that when we were little, we heard ‘Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs’ and ‘Cinderella’—“
“What’s that, an illness?” asked Ron.
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But before [Uncle Bilius] went loopy he was the life and soul of the party,” alisema Fred. “He used to down an entire bottle of firewhisky, then run onto the dance floor, hoist up his robes, and start pulling bunches of flowers out of his—“
“Yes, he sounds a real charmer,” alisema Hermione, while Harry roared with laughter.
“Never married, for some reason,” alisema Ron.
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Somewhere in the distance they could hear Peeves zooming through the corridors imba a victory song of his own composition:
''We did it, we bashed them, wee Potter’s the one, And Voldy’s gone moldy, so now let’s have fun!''
“Really gives a feeling for the scope and tragedy of the thing, doesn’t it?” alisema Ron.
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"What are wewe doing with all those vitabu anyway?" Ron asked.
"Just trying to decide which ones to take with us," alisema Hermione. When we're looking for the Horcruxes."
"Oh, of course," alisema Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. "I forgot we'll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library."
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“If wewe think I’m going to let six people risk their lives - !”
“ – because it’s the first time for all of us,” alisema Ron.
“This is different, pretending to be me – ”
“Well, none of us really fancy it, Harry,” alisema Fred earnestly. “Imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as specky, scrawny gits forever.”
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“You can’t do it if I don’t cooperate, wewe need me to give wewe some hair.”
“Well, that’s that plan scuppered,” alisema George. “Obviously there’s no chance at all of us getting a bit of your hair unless wewe cooperate.”
“Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who’s not allowed to use magic; we’ve got no chance,” alisema Fred.
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“Arthur and Fred – ”
“I’m George,” alisema the twin at whom Moody was pointing. “Can’t wewe even tell us apart when we’re Harry?”
“Sorry, George – ”
“I’m only yanking your wand, I’m Fred really – ”
“Enough messing around!” snarled Moody.
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Hermione made purple and dhahabu streamers erupt from the end of her wand and drape themselves artistically over the trees and bushes.
“Nice,” alisema Ron, as with one final flourish of her wand, Hermione turned the leaves on the crapapple mti to gold.
“You’ve really got an eye for that sort of thing.”
“Thank you, Ron!” alisema Hermione, looking both pleased and a little confused.
Harry turned away, smiling to himself.
He had a funny notion that he would find a chapter on compliments when he found time to peruse his copy of Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches.
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“Seventeen, eh!” alisema Hagrid as he accepted a bucket-sized glass of wine from Fred.
“Six years to the siku we met, Harry, d’yeh remember it?”
“Vaguely,” alisema Harry, grinning up at him. “Didn’t wewe smash down the front door, give Dudley a pig’s tail, and tell me I was a wizard?”
“I forge’ the details,” Hagrid chortled.
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He held out his hand, and Scrimgeour leaned mbele again and placed the Snitch, slowly and deliberately, into Harry’s palm.
Nothing happened. As Harry’s fingers closed around the Snitch, its tired wings fluttered and were still.
Scrimgeour, Ron, and Hermione continued to gaze avidly at the now partially concealed ball, as if still hoping it might transform in some way.
“That was dramatic,” alisema Harry coolly.
Both Ron and Hermione laughed.
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Luna: “Daddy, look – one of the gnomes actually bit me!”
“How wonderful! Gnome saliva is enormously beneficial!” alisema Mr. Lovegood, seizing Luna’s outstretched finger and examining the bleeding puncture marks.
“Luna, my love, if wewe should feel any burgeoning talent today – perhaps an unexpected urge to sing opera au to declaim in Mermish – do not repress it! wewe may have been gifted kwa the Gernumblies!”
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“Expec – Expecto Patronum,” alisema Hermione. Nothing happened.
“It’s the only spell she ever has trouble with,” Harry told a completely bemused Mrs. Cattermole. “Bit unfortunate, really.”
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Hermione: “’And Death spoke to them – ’”
“Sorry,” interjected Harry, “but Death spoke to them?”
“It’s a fairy tale, Harry!
“Right, sorry. Go on.”
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The real Harry thought that this might just be the most bizzarre thing he had ever seen, and he had seen some extremely odd things. He watched as his six doppelgangers rummaged in the sacks, pulling out sets of clothes, putting on flasses, stuffing their own things away. He felt like asking them to onyesha a little zaidi respect for his privacy as they all began stripping off with impunity, clearly much zaidi at ease with displaying his body than they would have been with their own.
"I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo," alisema Ron , looking down at his bare chest.
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"So that's little Scorpius,"said Ron under his breath. "Make sure wewe beat him in every test Rosie.Thank God wewe inherited your mother's brains."
"Ron for heaven's sake,"said Hermione, half stern, half amused. "Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!"
"You're right, sorry," alisema Ron. But unable to help himself, he added "Don't get too friendly with him, though Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive wewe if wewe married a pureblood."
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"There was the sound of pattering feet, a blaze of shining copper, an echoing clang, and a shriek of agony: Kreacher had taken a run at Mundungus and hit him over the head with a saucepan.
"Call 'im off, call 'im off, 'e should be locked up!" screamed Mundungus, cowering as Kreacher raised the heavy-bottomed pan again.
"Kreacher, no!" Shouted Harry.
Kreacher's thin arms trembled with the weight of the pan, still held aloft. "Perhaps just one more, Master Harry, for luck?"
Ron laughed.
"We need him conscious, Kreacher, but if he needs persuading wewe can do the honors," alisema Harry.
"Thank wewe very much, Master."
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When he straightened up again, there were six Harry Potters gasping and panting in front of him. Fred and George turned to each other and alisema together, "Wow -- We're identical!"
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"Teddy's back there," [James] alisema breathlessly, pointing back over his shoulder into the billowing clouds of steam. "Just seen him! And guess what he's doing? Snogging Victoire!"
He gazed up at the adults, evidently disappointed kwa the lack of reaction.
"Our Teddy! Teddy Lupin! Snogging our Victoire! Our cousin! And I asked Teddy what he was doing--"
"You interrupted them?" alisema Ginny. "You are so like Ron--"
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“Look, if I picked up a sword right now, Ron, and ran wewe through with it, I wouldn’t damage your soul at all.”
“Which would be a real comfort to me, I’m sure,” alisema Ron.
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"Rubeus Hagrid, well-known gamekeeper at Hogwarts School, has narrowly escaped arrest within the grounds of Hogwarts, where he is rumored to have hosted a 'Support Harry Potter' party in his house. However, Hagrid was not taken into custody, and is, we believe, on the run." [Lupin]
"I suppose it helps, when escaping from Death Eaters, if you've got a sixteen-foot-high half brother?" asked Lee.
"It would tend to give wewe an edge," agreed Lupin gravely.
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"Mind you, if all the alleged sightings of him are genuine, we must have a good nineteen You-Know-Whos running around the place." [Fred]
"Which suits him, of course," alisema Kingsley. "The air of mystery is creating zaidi terror than actually inaonyesha himself."
"Agreed," alisema Fred. "So, people, let's try and calm down a bit. Things are bad enough without inventing stuff as well. For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes. That's a basilisk, listeners. One simple test: Check whether the thing that's glaring at wewe has got legs. If it has, it's salama to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that's still likely to be the last thing wewe ever do."
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"And the rumors that he keeps being sighted abroad?" asked Lee.
"Well, who wouldn't want a nice little holiday after all the hard work he's been putting in?" asked Fred. "Point is, people, don't get lulled into a false sense of security, thinking that he's out of the country. Maybe he is, maybe he isn't, but the fact remains he can songesha faster than Severus Snape confronted with shampoo when he wants to, so don't count on him being a long way away if you're planning on taking any risks. I never thought I'd hear myself say it, but safety first!"
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"This girl is very nice-looking," Krum said, recalling Harry to his surroundings. Krum was pointing at Ginny, who had just joined Luna. "She is also a relative of yours?"
"Yeah," alisema Harry, suddenly irritated, "and she's seeing someone. Jealous type. Big bloke. wewe wouldn't want to kuvuka, msalaba him."