Bless my soul,” whispered the old bartender, “Harry Potter . . . what an honor.

“As they climbed it, the various Healers called out to them, diagnosing odd comp…”

“That which Voldemort does not value, he takes no trouble to comprehend. Of hous…”

“He thought that it was all over, finished, done with. Andrew had never yet had …”

“The — the prophecy . . . the prediction . . . Trelawney . . .”“Ah, yes. How muc…”