Mj Harris Quotes

As we waited to enter, all the talk seemed to be about was how much they didn't want to be in a house called Slipperen.

One of the teachers announced, "First years, wait here. In a moment, we'll enter the Great Hall where you'll be sorted into houses." As we waited to enter, all the talk seemed to be about was how much they didn't want to be in a house called Slipperen.

Chapter 3 – Professor Smape

just don’t really understand half of what girls do, so it seemed a logical choice.

No horse gets anywhere until he is harnessed. No steam or gas ever drives anything until it is confined. No Niagara is ever turned into light and power until it is tunneled. No life ever grows great until it is focused, dedicated, disciplined. — Harry Emerson Fosdick

Nobody acted as if this was an unusual occurrence, and when I finished changing I lay in bed thinking about my first day at magic school. I'd seen teachers turn into animals, passed through ghosts, and almost been killed by flying magic rodents. I lay there thinking about how the animated paintings weren't TVs mounted behind fancy frames. The moving stairs weren't powered by pistons. The teachers weren't wearing costumes or performing tricks. The magic was real, all real. Only now did I begin to accept, to really believe it. My head swam. I didn’t think I'd be able to sleep, but soon I was out.

Plotter got fan mail, but I was kinda relieved. I mean relieved that Professor Luckhart was busy because I wasn't sure there was much he could teach me beyond stand-up comedy. Still, I felt a pang of resentment. My education being put off in favor of Harry Plotter's fan mail. That night, as I took off my robes, a loud thud came from outside our room, like someone knocking over furniture. Then a gray glowing head poked through our door. "Anyone awake?" the specter screamed before entering our room and jumping on the bed next to me. He knocked over a stack of books and ripped off some bed curtains before disappearing through the far wall. Moments later, another ghost—this one

He Who Must Not Be Named.

balls while flying on brooms and trying to maim the other players. Besides that, it didn't make much sense.

Slipperen kid who kept pulling candy out of his robes. His fingers were covered with chocolate.

Professor McDonagall

my parents off.

tapestries

But I kept walking in circles.

Chapter 3 – Professor Smape I woke up to a sea of faces standing over me. "I think he's coming around," said the particularly old, grizzled teacher who had put the hat on me and who I thought would look like a witch, even without the oversized hat. A

slept

I'll be able to help you over Christmas break.

few more Slipperen friends too, though the more time I spent with them, the more I felt maybe the Sorting Hat had put me in the wrong house.

called.

with or using old secondhand books the teachers had. The one from Potions had been the worst, with pages falling out, and someone had scribbled and crossed things out on almost every page. I hoped now I might actually start to learn some magic. During dinner, I kept looking over at Hermione. I caught her eye a few times, but she'd look away. When I got up to leave, she got up too. I had a feeling she was following me. I tried to walk quickly. "Austin," she yelled. "Wait up." I kept walking. "Austin." I walked faster. I didn't hear the exact spell she used, but a second later, something smacked into my back, and I started walking super slow, like in those nightmares where you can't run. "What the—" I said as she caught up with me. "Sorry." She glanced down at my legs. "I could tell you weren't going to stop." "So you... you what? Hexed me?" "Hardly." She tossed a mop of hair out of her face. "It's a children's spell, used for playing tag—magic tag, that is. It should wear off anytime." Sure enough, though my legs felt like lead, I was able to walk at a normal pace. "Whatever." "Where are you heading?" "Professor Flichwick’s for extra work." "Good. I’m heading to the second floor too." "Great." I tried to sound irritated. Really, I was glad

After seeing that the creatures that served our food were mostly naked, I lost my appetite

Gryffinbore

Slipperen.

Nirvana?

huge

Smape huffed. "Dumblesnore.

Austin

Gryffinbore, Slipperen,

Misty stopped first. I took a couple more steps before turning to face her. "Come on." I'd seen that look in her eyes twice today. Instantly, knots welled up in my stomach. "Miss, what's up?" "Aaahh!" Her voice shook. "What the—" I spun back around, thinking I knew what to expect. It had to be the guy who killed the dog. Even the mayor wouldn't freak Misty out like that. The fur dangling from his bloody lips told me I was right, except it wasn't a guy. Whatever he or it was, one thing was sure, it was way past its expiration date. I stepped into the shadow of a tall building so I could see the thing. Skinless, every inch covered in a sticky grayish-brown slime, like charcoal mixed with molasses. And the smell—burnt hair and rotten mayonnaise—even worse than the dumpster behind Harry's Indian and Sushi Hut. I stood looking at it, completely freaked out. Then it dawned on me that it might be a good idea to get the heck out of there.

unconsciousness,

Smape put his hand on a well-worn stone in an otherwise plain wall. "The password is ‘Plotter stinks.’ Don't forget it." When he said, "Plotter stinks,

Order of Merlin, First Class" and the name of the school again, "Hogworts School of Magic and Mystery." What sort of messed-up name was that? And what type of magic were they teaching?

High above, on the side of a cliff, stood the largest castle I'd ever seen—ever imagined. The windows glowed with candlelight, as the last desperate rays of light silhouetted the castle against a gray sky. I knew Britain was famous for old crumbly buildings, but this place was ridiculous.

castle

High

leak.

They were talking about Quitlage. One of the kids tried to explain it to me. Apparently, it was played with a bunch of balls while flying on brooms and trying to maim the other players. Besides that, it didn't make much sense.

Parseltongue.

What house are you hoping to be sorted into, Austin?" Colin asked me. "Ummm." I looked at the age and general condition of the place. "One that doesn't leak." "I'm going to be in Gryffinbore. I hope." Gryffinbore, Slipperen, who thought up these names?

as the plane flew past her head.

And Harry's friend Ron isn't much better." She looked at another kid with flame-red hair and a homemade sweater so big the cuffs draped onto his food. "His older brothers are always playing dirty tricks on Slipperens. Just yesterday, they put two second years in the hospital wing with oversized goblin noses. It's going to take a week to shrink them and another to remove the warts. And Ron, he hates anyone who has more money than his family, which is everyone here, except maybe Haggard.