From Potted Potter(All Six Books and Book Seven Teaser in Sixty Minutes):
Don't squeeze me, Harry... I'm your Headmaster.
and, from the Teaser bit:
Dead! They're dead!
Who's dead?
All of them! It's a bloodbath! But on a lighter note, Harry and his friends do a lot of camping.
So Dan, you're saying that book seven is Death... and Camping.
Plus Quidditch in the audience. That's quality stuff.
Went climbing in the hills yesterday, it was cloudy and a bit damp but absolutely beautiful, with views of the city and the sea and thistle growing all over. And big black slugs, lots of them. We made it up Arthur's Seat, which looks over the city. It's amazing that all that separates Edinburgh from the Wilderness is a fifteen minute walk. At the same time, it feels totally urban to me because of the variety - our neighborhood has Indian, Kurdish, East African, Chinese, and Italian restaurants, and French or Italian shops to augment the regular supermarket. I was also VERY impressed when we succeeded in buying ice cream at about 12:30 at night. You can count on the local Fried Everything place, yes indeed.
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