He has never wanted to occupy the throne himself; he prefers the back seat - more room to spread out, you see.
Everything went pitch-black and the next thing I knew, I was being hurled headfirst out of the room!” “And you didn’t see that coming?” said Harry, unable to help himself. “No, I did not, as I say, it was pitch —” Professor Trelawny stopped and glared at him suspiciously.
HARRY, THIS IS NO TIME TO BE A GENTLEMAN!" Wood roared as Harry swerved to avoid collision. "KNOCK HER OFF HER BROOM IF YOU HAVE TO!
Am I about to discover where you, Ron, and Hermione disappeared to while you were supposed to be in the back room of Fred and George's shop?" How did you...?" Harry, please. You're talking to the man who raised Fred and George.
Be ruthless about protecting writing days.