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"Must get on -- lots ter buy. Come on, Harry."
When everyone had eaten as much as they could, the remains of the food faded from the plates, leaving them sparkling clean as before. A moment later the desserts appeared. Blocks of ice cream in every flavor you could think of, apple pies, treacle tarts, chocolate eclairs and jam doughnuts, trifle, strawberries, Jell-O, rice pudding -- "
He pushed his trolley around and stared at the barrier. It looked very solid.
"Don't worry, ickle Ronniekins is safe with us."
Where those of wit and learning,
There was suddenly a loud tapping noise.
"But what happened to Vol--, sorry -- I mean, You-Know-Who?"
"Vernon," Aunt Petunia was saying in a quivering voice, "look at the address -- how could they possibly know where he sleeps? You don't think they're watching the house?"
"Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?"
"Professor Quirrell!" said Hagrid. "Harry, Professor Quirrell will be one of your teachers at Hogwarts."
"Because he's a prefect," said their mother fondly. "All right, dear, well, have a good term -- send me an owl when you get there."
Mr. Ollivander touched the lightning scar on Harry's forehead with a long, white finger.
Mr. H. Potter
"Only joking, Mom."
Those cunning folk use any means
"You want to be careful with those," Ron warned Harry. "When they say every flavor, they mean every flavor -- you know, you get all the ordinary ones like chocolate and peppermint and mar- malade, but then you can get spinach and liver and tripe. George reckons he had a booger- flavored one once."