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A review by reaper_hound
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince [Large Print] by J.K. Rowling
5.0
‘And now, Harry, let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.’
‘Oh, honestly…’
‘Molly!’
‘All right, all right… what is your dearest ambition?’
‘To find out how aeroplanes stay up.’
‘Once again, you show all the sensitivity of a blunt axe,’
Potty asked Loony to go to the party! Potty lurves Loony! Potty luuuuurves Looooooony!’
Sanguini, stay here!’ added Worple, suddenly stern, for the vampire had been edging towards the nearby group of girls, a rather hungry look in his eye. ‘Here, have a pasty,’ said Worple, seizing one from a passing elf and stuffing it into Sanguini’s hand before turning his attention back to Harry.
‘Oh, come and stir my cauldron,
And if you do it right
I’ll boil you up some hot, strong love
To keep you warm tonight.’
They were a motley collection; a mixture of the weak seeking protection, the ambitious seeking some shared glory, and the thuggish, gravitating towards a leader who could show them more refined forms of cruelty.
Harry thought there was a rather knowing look in her eye as she told him that, but she could not possibly know that his insides were suddenly dancing the conga:
It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.’
You thought I would not weesh to marry him? Or per’aps, you ’oped?’ said Fleur, her nostrils flaring. ‘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! And I shall do zat!’
‘Such loyalty is admirable, of course,’ said Scrimgeour, who seemed to be restraining his irritation with difficulty, ‘but Dumbledore is gone, Harry. He’s gone.’
‘He will only be gone from the school when none here are loyal to him,
‘Oh, honestly…’
‘Molly!’
‘All right, all right… what is your dearest ambition?’
‘To find out how aeroplanes stay up.’
‘Once again, you show all the sensitivity of a blunt axe,’
Potty asked Loony to go to the party! Potty lurves Loony! Potty luuuuurves Looooooony!’
Sanguini, stay here!’ added Worple, suddenly stern, for the vampire had been edging towards the nearby group of girls, a rather hungry look in his eye. ‘Here, have a pasty,’ said Worple, seizing one from a passing elf and stuffing it into Sanguini’s hand before turning his attention back to Harry.
‘Oh, come and stir my cauldron,
And if you do it right
I’ll boil you up some hot, strong love
To keep you warm tonight.’
They were a motley collection; a mixture of the weak seeking protection, the ambitious seeking some shared glory, and the thuggish, gravitating towards a leader who could show them more refined forms of cruelty.
Harry thought there was a rather knowing look in her eye as she told him that, but she could not possibly know that his insides were suddenly dancing the conga:
It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.’
You thought I would not weesh to marry him? Or per’aps, you ’oped?’ said Fleur, her nostrils flaring. ‘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! And I shall do zat!’
‘Such loyalty is admirable, of course,’ said Scrimgeour, who seemed to be restraining his irritation with difficulty, ‘but Dumbledore is gone, Harry. He’s gone.’
‘He will only be gone from the school when none here are loyal to him,