Lord Voldermort Has Risen Again.

I Will Defend The Importance Of Bedtime Stories To My Last Gasp.

Someone Creeping Into His Yard In The Dead Of Night? More Likely There's A Very Shell-shocked Cat Wandering Somewhere, Covered In Potato Peelings.

That Old Berk," Muttered Aberforth, Taking Another Swig Of Mead. "thought The Sun Shone Out Of My Brother's Every Orifice, He Did.

What Do I Care How 'e Looks? I Am Good-looking Enough For Both Of Us, I Theenk! All These Scars Show Is Zat My Husband Is Brave!

Maybe He Murdered Myrtle; That Would’ve Done Everyone A Favor. . . .