- “Panting, Harry fell forwards over the hydrangea bush, straightened up and stared around. There were several faces peering through various nearby windows. Harry stuffed his willy hastily back into his jeans and tried to look innocent.”
- “A magic willy… this was what Harry had…
I like how quickly Ron gets over the fact that he’s friends with Harry Potter when he meets him on the train.
It’s like, “Holy shit! You’re Harry Potter! That’s so fucking coo- Wait. Shit. I hate corned beef. Can we just talk about how much shit this corned beef fuckery is?”