For all we think we’ve learned to control Nature …

… there’s little or nothing to say that this couldn’t happen again somewhere.

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Oh, the stories I could tell

Hooper to me over breakfast: “I’m a boy.” (pause) “What’s that all about?”

Forget all the mind melds with Voldemort (contains no spoilers)

All those headaches Harry Potter gets? Probably migraines.

Hard to forget

Hello, world, it’s Jeremy Fisher. I hear him knocking. And I think he’s coming in.