test<br><br>[-Muerte-]Shelob
<b>Tilvitnun:</b><br><hr><i>“Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare…what did Professor Sprout say?-it likes the dark and the damp-”
“So light a fire!” Harry choked.
“Yes-of course-but there's no wood!” Hermione cried, wringing her hands.
“HAVE YOU GONE MAD?” Ron bellowed. “ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT!”
“Oh right!” said Hermione.
She yelled a spell and the plant withered away freeing the boys.
“Lucky you pay attention in herbology Hermione,” said Harry as he joined her by the wall.
“Yeah,” said Ron, “and lucky Harry doesn't lose his head in a crisis–'there's no wood,' HONESTLY.”</i><br><hr>
<i>-Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone</i>
Ég vil Harry Potter áhugamál!
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand, like a lizard on a windowpane