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“Well, that was a bit stupid of you,” said Ginny angrily, “seeing as you don’t know anyone but me who’s been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels.” Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. Then he turned on the spot to face her. “I forgot,” he said. “Lucky you,” said Ginny coolly. “I’m sorry,” Harry said, and he meant it.”

Quote by J. K. Rowling

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J. K. Rowling
J. K. Rowling

J.K. Rowling is a renowned British author, born on July 31, 1965. She gained worldwide fame for her Harry Potter series, which achieved immense success in various forms, including books, movies, video games, and theme parks. Rowling's works are celebrated for their rich imagination, profound themes, and unique narrative style. more

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