Clutching his broken glasses to his face, Harry stared around. He had emerged into a dingy alleyway that seemed to be made up entirely of shops devoted to the Dark Arts. The one he'd just left, Borgin and Burkes, looked like the largest, but opposite was a nasty window display of shrunken heads and, two doors down, a large cage was alive with gigantic black spiders. Two shabby-looking wizards were watching him from the shadow of a doorway, muttering to each other. Feeling jumpy, Harry set off, trying to hold his glasses on straight and hoping against hope he'd be able to find a way out of here.
“Harry, what are you doing?” said Hermione's voice from a long way off.
superstition, and they turned their whole attention to the song and
"Will you open, yes or no?"
But Ginny shook her head and slid down the wall into a sitting position, panting and holding her ankle.
It would be a mistake to write to Liege for corks, and to Pau for gloves.Miss Dahlia, were I in your place, I would call myself Rosa.A flower should smell sweet, and woman should have wit.
Now God may sign my dismissal.
seizes it, it becomes frozen, and falls down as if dead; it remains