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"No post on Sundays," he reminded them cheerfully as he spread marmalade on his newspapers, "no damn letters today --"
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
"Always wanted to shake your hand -- I'm all of a flutter."
With some interesting stuff,
"Is he always that nervous?"
"I'm not sure that'll work, Vernon."
In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to him) slipped a long robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length.
"They were a witch and wizard, if that's what you mean."
Harry looked up into the fierce, wild, shadowy face and saw that the beetle eyes were crinkled in a smile.
"I would prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas de Mimsy --" the ghost began stiffly, but sandy-haired Seamus Finnigan interrupted.
His aunt and uncle stared.
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
"Is it true?" he said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
The snake nodded vigorously.
Or young with scabby knees,
"Who'd be writing to you?" sneered Uncle Vernon, shaking the letter open with one hand and glancing at it. His face went from red to green faster than a set of traffic lights. And it didn't stop there. Within seconds it was the grayish white of old porridge.（央视记者 徐海霞）
They were going even deeper now and gathering speed. The air became colder and colder as they hurtled round tight corners. They went rattling over an underground ravine, and Harry leaned over the side to try to see what was down at the dark bottom, but Hagrid groaned and pulled him back by the scruff of his neck.。