Harry told Dumbledor.´He said the protection my - my mother left in me - he´d have it, too. And he was right - he could touch me without hurting himself, he touched my face.´
For a fleeting instant, Harry thought he saw a gleam of somthing like TRIUMPH in Dumbledore´s eyes. But next second, Harrywas sure he had imagined it, for when Dubledore had returned to his seat behind the desk, he looked as old and weary as Harry had ever seen him.
Triumph= sigur, sigurgleði og fögnuður
þetta fær mann til að hugsa. Ég veit ekki hvort þetta er í íslensku útgáfunni útaf því að ég finn mína ekki. Segið hvort þið vissuð af þessu.
I'm not normally a religious man, but if you're up there, save me, Superman! Homer J. Simpsons