— What are you doing?
— You heard Hagrid. Follow the spiders.
— They're heading into the Dark Forest.
— Why spiders. Why couldn't it be 'Follow the butterflies'?
— My wand! Look at my wand!
— Be thankful it's not your neck.
— Ah. Yes. Well, that can sometimes happen. The point is, the bones are no longer broken.
— Brok'n? He doesn't 'ave any bones at all!
Famous Harry Potter. Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page.
You will also find that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who... ask for it.
— Forgive me, Mr. Potter. But your scar is legend. As, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you.
— He was a murderer.
— What a night! Nine raids! Nine!
— Raids?
— Dad works at the Ministry of Magic. In the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office.
— The Misuse of Muggle Artefacts...?
— That's when wizards bewitch something to drive Muggles mad. Shrinking door keys, that kind of thing. Dad loves Muggles. Thinks they're fascinating.
— Well now. Who are you?
— Harry, sir. Harry Potter.
— Good Lord, are you really? Ron's told us all about you, of course. When did you get here? So, Harry. You must know all about Muggles. Tell me, what exactly is the function of a parking meter?
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