"Can I have that?" interrupted Draco, pointing at the withered hand on its cushion.

"Ah, the Hand of Glory!" said Mr. Borgin, abandoning Mr. Malfoy's list and scurrying over to Draco. "Insert a candle and it gives light only to the holder! Best friend of thieves and plunderers! Your son has fine taste, sir."

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The tower room was hotter than ever before; the curtains were closed, the fire was alight, and the usual sickly scent made Harry cough as he stumbled through the clutter of chairs and tables to where Professor Trelawney sat waiting for him before a large crystal ball ( Read more... )

Then, in a rush of wings, Fawkes soared back overhead and something fell into Harry's lap - the diary.

For a split second, both Harry and Riddle, wand still raised, stared at it. Then, without thinking, without considering, as though he planned to do it all along, Harry seized the Basilisk fang on the floor next to him and plunged it straight ( Read more... )

He handed Harry a small club, a bit like a rounders bat.

"I'm going to show you what the Bludgers do," Wood said. "These two are bludgers."

He showed Harry two identical balls, jet black and slightly smaller than the red Quaffle. Harry noticed that they seemed to be straining to escape the straps holding them inside the box.

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At five to three they left the castle and made their way across the grounds. Hagrid lived in a small wooden house on the edge of the forbidden forest. A crossbow and a pair of galoshes were outside the front door.

Philosopher's Stone, British children's paperback ed., pg. 104


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"Wait!" said Hermione sharply, as Luna made to close the door of the brain room behind them. "Flagrate!"

She drew with her wand in midair and a fiery "X" appeared on the door.

Order of the Phoenix, British children's hardback ed., pg. 681


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The unicorn was so brightly white that it made the snow all around look grey. It was pawing the ground nervously with its golden hooves and throwing back it's horned head.

Goblet of Fire, British children's paperback ed. pg. 379-380


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The lightning had thrown the man's face into sharp relief, and it was a face unlike Harry had ever seen. It looked as though it had been carved out of weathered wood by someone who had only the vaguest idea of what human faces were supposed to look like, and was none too skilled with a chisel. Every inch of skin seemed to be scarred. The mouth ( Read more... )

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I thought I'd pop in and remind everyone that the September drawing for Tester of the Month will be on Wednesday. If you have blocks you'd like to submit for tomorrow's picture post, you can email me or post a link to your photo in comments.

Tester of the Month will win the September Prize Pack!


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