Hp Quiz

1. Who lost his ear?

    a) Ron

    b) Fred

    c) Luna

    d) Harry

    e) Gorge

    f) Neville

2. What is Dumbledore’s favorite flavor of jam?

    a) blueberry

    b) strawberry

    c) blackberry

    d) raspberry

    e) fig

    f) grape

3. What is Harry’s youngest son’s full name?

    a) James Ron Potter

    b) Albus Neville Potter

    c) Albus Lupin Potter

    d) James Black Potter

    e) James Severus Potter

    f) Albus Severus Potter

4. Fluer once stayed at the Weasley home. What did Ginny insist on calling her?

    a) Flower

    b) Phlegm

    c) Fever

    d) Fake

    e) Faithful

    f) Friend

5. Why did the Ministry of Magic finally release the contents of Dumbledore’s will?

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6. [Fill in the blank] these words were scarred on the back of Harry’s hand: I must __________ tell _____________.

7. Fill in the blank: “Why can’t we follow the ______________?”-Ron Weasley

8. Fill in the blank: “Wanted for questioning about the death for __________” [Newspaper Title]

9. What did the Ministry do to the muggle-borns and what did they think muggle-borns were?

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10. What is the definition of a Squib?

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The last bird took flight from its tree. Every squirrel scurried away and hid. All the crickets hopped out of the way. Something was up. Maria strolled softly into the woods, she was almost afraid to wake the silence. Something flashed past. Her soft walk morphed into a steady jog. Just as she broke into a run, she stopped. Once again, Maria let her curiosity get away with her. She wandered up to an old oak tree, and she unexpectedly felt as if she was hypnotized, like she was meant to do something and did not acknowledge it until now. Before she had a chance to think about it any longer, she stepped behind the long forgotten old oak, and walked into the small woodland clearing.

Before her, lay more beautiful old oaks, chirping birds, and tall, bright green prairie grass that went at least up to her knees. But something, something lay in the middle of the clearing that didn’t belong there, it just didn’t make sense! In the middle of joyful moving wildlife, was the resting spot of a book, still as a stone.

The book was a bright vibrant blue, with stunning gold binding and silver clasps. The binding was slowly peeling away from the cover, and the cover was slowly wearing away. You could no longer read the title, but by the remains of the letters you could clearly see it was written in some ancient language that even the most accomplished historian would be baffled looking at.

Maria came closer to where the book laid. She carefully examined it and turned it over with her expert hands. She was known around her school for repairing, writing, and binding books.

She slowly opened the book, and all the animals seemed quieter than before, except for the joyful shriek, “You won’t be able to read it! It’s all blank- ask anyone who has tried! You won’t even be able to take it out of the clearing to examine it, just try just try!” Maria turned around to see who was speaking, “But it isn’t blank!” she protested, “It’s a book of prophecies! I mean, only prophecies that are yet to be fulfilled.”

Now, most people in her circumstance would have stood there in shock. However, Maria studied what people thought were, “mythical,” creatures. She was expecting to see one, in fact, that is why she came to the forest in the first place, although, she wasn’t exactly looking for pixies.

He stood there, wide-eyed. It was quite a sight, a creature about the length of your forearm, floating, about five feet from your face, no wings. It was strange, and comical, in a sense. He had bright red curly hair, and blue eyes so big compared to his face you would think they’d explode.

“Pixie?” Maria asked him, “Cornish, Pixie?” “Never mind what I am,” the pixie replied, “how do you know the book is about prophecies?” This got Maria annoyed. “I can read, you know!” Then she added with haste, “It’s in Dragonese, no wonder you couldn’t read it. “Well aren’t you sort of, well,” Maria cut him off, “A human? Of course I am, I’m not offended. I study magical creatures, you see.” “Study?” The pixie asked. “Dragon Hunter, full-fledged. Fluent in Dragonese, as well as pixish, as you’ve noticed.” Maria clarified.

The pixie flew back, struck with surprise. He flinched, as if she had hurt him. Maria spun around, and it seemed the world went up in flames. Fire. Heat. Screams. In the mist of terror, was her adoptive family. Fairies, millions. “Amamaranta!” She screamed to her fairy mother, “Ma!” she called to her again, but no one heard her. There were arrows, flying swift in the air. She saw that the arrows came from the fairies, and their bows were pointed to the sky. She looked up and saw a bright blue dragon.

She was magnificent. She spun in the sky her wings out-stretched. Her head was pointed proudly at the moon. You could see arrows pricing the poor dragon everywhere. She was slowly losing strength.

“The work of Dragon Hunters.” There was the pixie again, but this time, his voice was not high pitched and shriekie like it was before, it was deep, angry, and quick-paced, almost a chant. “So this is your entertainment! This to you is a worthy cause? You have been promoting this.”

Maria ignored him. She took he own bow and arrow out of her back pack. She shot the dragon strait in the neck. The world stopped, the dragon fell, all because of Maria’s one arrow. Helpless, the poor dragon limp on the ground, gave one last fleeting look at Maria, and was dead. Maria fell, and the world went black.

“Wretched girl! If only she knew!” muttered the pixie as he went to work lighting the fire. Another pixie flew into the clearing. She was a women pixie, with flowers in her hair. “Yes, if she knew, but she didn’t know. It most likely wasn’t her fault. If she was brought up a Dragon Hunter, fairies raised her. They most likely didn’t warn her.” She said.

She walked over to where Maria laid. She was surprised to find that Maria was awake, head down and tears pouring from her face. When Maria saw that someone was coming, she hastily brushed away her tears and began to read the book of un-fulfilled prophecies she found in this very same clearing, minuets ago.

“My name is Impya, Do you like reading?” she asked, gentle in her voice, “I have another book you may enjoy reading.” She flew over to the fire, and only then did Maria acknowledge how beautiful she was.

Unlike the pixie she met earlier, Impya had long brown strait sparkly brown hair with flowers woven in at every which angle. She drew a book out of the fire with her bare hands. To Maria’s astonishment, the book was unharmed. “Just thought you may like to know a little more about what you are hunting.” Impya stated. Maria nodded her head, speechless. Impya lugged the book over to Maria. The book was nearly bigger then her!

“Since you’re too stubborn to ask,” The pixie said, “The name is puck. I just took you to a battle that has lasted over thirty years and you just ended it. You fainted because you are not powerful enough to kill something as pure as a dragon. Had you been a second younger, you could have died.”

“But she didn’t end the battle. Now that she got into it, she has to end it.” Now Impya was speaking directly to Maria. “The dragon in question was a warrior mother. She laid her egg at the sphinx camp. Steal it and bring it here so we can keep it from destroying anything else. This will complete your training as a Dragon Hunter. Now go! And take care the dragon book with you; I’ll give you your leather bag so you can carry it.” Impya took the book the book of prophecies and said, “It’s not good to know too much about your own future.” as she handed Maria her bag.

With that, Maria left the forest. Only then did she realize what Impya meant. “My story must be in that book of prophecies!” she muttered to herself. Now what should she do? Go home and be gloried beyond imagined for her victory? Or venture the dangerous land of the sphinx? Seconds later after thinking this, it started raining. Maria sighed. She knew what she had to do. It was time to get out her father’s old book of riddles. She reached in her back pack and pulled out the old book.

Chapter 1, Basic riddles. Maria read aloud; what goes on four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon, and three in the evening? All the way down to; Chapter 107 riddles for the expert only. What force and strength cannot get through, I with a gentle touch can do, and many in the street would stand, were I not a friend at hand.

She memorized every riddle and its answer in that 713 page book. She didn’t have much choice. For she was about to do both the thing that every body feared doing and the only way to convince a sphinx to do something. Request a riddle challenge, where the riddle master asks the riddle. If you get it right, you win, if you don’t, you lose. If Maria loses, she’ll probably end up as the main dinner course for many hungry sphinxes.

She was glad she was walking wile reading because it would take her about 4 hours to get to the sphinxes’ camp as well as read the book. And sure enough, when she finished reading she arrived at the gate of the camp as soon as she looked up from the book. The book was covered with rain drops soaked into all 713 pages, but Maria ignored them and put the book back in her back pack.

She looked up and saw a large golden gate that must have been as tall as a 40 ft. giant! It had and intricately carved lion head knocker, the size for a sphinx to knock with and at a reasonable height for them but nowhere near the size range that Maria could reach. Although, fit for her size was a small bell dangling from a string attached to the gate. She rang it. “Yes?” the gate opened. Standing before here was a fully-grown sphinx. “Ummmm, Mr. Sphinx?” Maria was unsure of the correct title. “Errrrrrrr, I was wondering, if, well, maybe I could, errrrrrrrr, borrow, ummmmmm, your, your dragon egg please?”

She looked him in the eye. She knew what was coming. “Sorry, child. No.” The sphinx began to close the gate. “Wait!” Maria hollered. “Yes?” The sphinx replied, his patience growing weaker. “Sir, I was wondering if I could challenge you to a riddle challenge, and if I win, I get the egg?” “And if you lose?” the sphinx asked, “then you may do with me as you wish.” Maria answered. Maria knew he couldn’t refuse.

“Come this way.” The sphinx gestured, leading her through the gate into a room with marble floors and walls. “Now, I shall ask the first riddle.” He said with a mocking smile and a humoring tone. “Now, listen carefully; in marble walls as white as milk, lined with skin as soft as silk, within a fountain crystal clear, a golden apple does appear. No doors are there to this stronghold, yet thieves break in and steal the gold.” Hummmmm, Thought Maria, White walls, lined with skin, fountain holding apple, enclosed, yet thieves- thieves what? Thieves break! Whites! Break! Egg! “Sir, you are describing an egg, the answer to your riddle is what I seek, an egg.” “Oh, very well; take your egg.” Maria won. The sphinx’s voice was no longer mocking, it was dead serious. “Thank you, Sir, and she took the egg from his hand.

She ran, and ran, never stopping. She ran through the gates, past the bell, through a puddle, into the forest, and finally, past the oak tree. She reached the clearing. Now all I have to do is dispose of this egg and I’ll complete my training as a dragon hunter! Maria thought. The fire in the middle of the clearing was still burning strong, but there were no pixies there! “Oh, well.” Maria sighed to herself, and she threw the egg into the fire. It cracked.

In the fire, Maria saw a bight blue horn pop out of the silver egg. A dragon flew out of the crack. Maria was confused. “What’s going on?” Maria cried. “What’s going on is Ashling the mighty dragon is being born!” The little dragon laughed in Dragonese. She spread out her wings, and spun around, her head pointed toward the sky. Then, unexpectedly, the little dragon zoomed at Maria and knocked her strait on her back. They both laughed. “I’m Maria, Ashling.”

Impya and puck walked into the clearing. Puck held the book of prophecies, Impya held a dagger. “Good work child,” Impya said. “Now let’s dispose of this creature.” “Kill Ashling? No! I won’t let you! Don’t kill her!” Maria cried. Ashling hid behind Maria, “They don’t have any right to do this, do they?” Ashling whispered to Maria. “I don’t know.” Maria whispered back.

“Are you sure?” Puck asked. “Of course I am!” Maria cried. “Then you have completed your training.” Impya said. “But I don’t want to be a dragon hunter anymore!” Maria yelped. “Did I say that?” Impya said. “So I wasn’t training to be a dragon hunter, I was training to be a dragon owner!” Maria Exclaimed. “Correct.” Puck Said. “Here, the book of un-fulfilled prophecies. You can keep it.” Maria took it from Puck’s hand. She flipped through the pages. “Ashling, look! It’s written in Dragonese. But Impya, Puck- Where is my story?” “You said it yourself. It’s a book of un-fulfilled prophecies. Your story’s past.” Puck laughed.

“Ashling,” Maria whispered. Wait till I teach you how to read…..” and she took out the dragon book from her back pack.

My Sources: http://www.historylearningsite.co.uk/harold_of_wessex.htmhttp://www.historylesrningsite.co.uk/hastin8.jpghttp://www.usborne-quicklinks_library/b690/norman_b690_p218.jpgWilliam The Conqueror by Robert GreenThe Usborne Internet linked Medieval World

You know him as “the gipper,” but now he’s running for president. Only a few days ago he was in Detroit, Michigan, where he earned the Republican nomination. His name, Ronald Reagan. It’s really a wonder how an actor became interested in politics. Some people say he wanted to be president because he was losing popularity as an actor. Others say it was because he was inspired by president Franklin Roosevelt.No matter what you believe about his reasons, he has already proven himself a natural leader. Why? He’s popular, and a great speaker. He went to Eureka collage and earned degrees in economics, and sociology. Plus, he was President of the Screen Actor’s Guild, and a radio announcer.In 1941, Reagan testified before the FBI about communism in the movie business. In 1964 he campaigned for Barry Goldwater. He spoke about the obnoxious high taxes, the government wasting money, getting larger agencies, and the rampant problem of crime. The speech was so popular that it made people take him seriously as a politician.In 1966 he won the California Gubernatorial Race. He was now the governor of California. It was not easy working with the Democratic legislature. He was upset that he could not make a difference with high taxes. he tried to use television to win support, but that still did not work.While he was governor, he had the idea of building a federal dam, the Dos Rios. If he had not had that idea, a lot of Indian valley ranches could have been flooded.Now that it’s 1980, Ronald Reagan is running for president. Will he win, or will he loose?

December 3, 2007

Dear Leonardo,

I think the most amazing thing about you is that you never had a limit to your imagination. If I told you to find something that a computer and a pillow have a common, you could probably give me twenty different comparisons. I think your most amazing analogy is between a baby fetus in the womb and a walnut. You really were an amazing person. I can’t really believe such an amazing person could be shunned in school just because of their parents’ decisions.

Now, times are different. I have friends whose parents never married, but teachers treat them the same as those of us whose parents have married. I’m guessing that happened because you grew up in such a strong Catholic community. One of the other things I admire about you is that even though you grew up in such a strong religious time, you went your own way, sort of had your own religion.

When you were a kid, how old were you when you stopped going to school? As a fourteen year old, you were apprenticed to Andrea Del Vorrencio. Did you drop out of school to work for him? If you did, today, in 2007, that would be illegal unless you were homeschooling. You were still in middle school at that time, according to this time’s way of schooling.

Did you draw your first work in 1473, or is that just your first sketch we have record of? Did you draw with a pen or a pencil? Were you ever unhappy with the way that you drew? When you were a kid, did you recognize your artistic talent? In your time period, did you ever encounter another person who was a vegetarian?

You were fifty-three when you died. In my time, that is considered a young death. The dates on your life’s timeline go from the 1400’s to the 1500’s. Now it’s time for me to make a comparison of my own; between me, an eleven year old student who still has tons to learn, and a genus artist and scientist who could make comparison between a baby and a walnut. We both lived through a millennium.

Yours truly,

Francesca

The Last Dragon Miramax Books, 2004, 361 pp., $6.99Silvana De Mari ISBN 142310405-6 Have you ever faced the difficulty of being the last person in your species? I know I definitely haven’t! Well, Yorshkrunsquarkljolnerstri, or Yorsh, an elf, had to deal with that very situation when he was only a child. All of the few elves left except for Yorsh were drowned in a time of much rain and darkness in their own houses. His grandmother told him to flee from the flooding, taking only a book of poems his mother wrote, and a map his father drew. He never knew his parents. In the time Yorsh grew up in, elves and humans never mixed. If a human ever came in contact with an elf, they immediately jumped to the conclusion that they must have murdered their mother in a previous life. Who would take care of Yorsh? What human, could possibly be kind enough, to take care of a poor child, an elf, who is a complete know-it-all, cannot cry, will gladly bring your dinner rabbit back to life, whatever feelings he has whoever is around him has them too, can read other people’s feelings, talks to animals, and think they will eat him with rosemary? Who on earth? After meeting a woman and a hunter, and read a prophecy that said the last elf would meet the last dragon, he set out to find a place on his father’s old map marked here be dragons. I loved reading this book; I am definitely going to read it again. At the end it left me crying, but he last sentence created a smile on my face. Something really astonished me wile I was reading this book, Silvana really captured the life of each of her characters. She made me laugh, cry, and think. Are there other people like Yorsh in this world? Are there really smart people, who were abandoned by their parents and the rest of their family are dead? Were there people like the dragon, who risked their life for someone else? And is it really possible, that someone could be so depressed; they lie in bed and wait for death? This book to me was more then a story, it was a life, a life that seemed so real. This book made me think not only how it wasn’t real, but how it could be.

All Seven At LastHarry Potter And The Deathly Hallows Book Release Party

Waiting.

Too long.

Reading.

Can’t concentrate.

Pacing.

Until my feet went numb.

Shaking.

Jumping.

Only four more hours.

Obsessing,

Over lack of patience,

Focusing,

Only,

On the hours to come,

And those that have past.

Going,

Over

Thousands,

Of possibilities,

Based,

On

Previous

Conclusions.

None

Knowing

The

End.

People

Arrive.

Still obsessing,

Pacing

Shaking

Three Hours More.

Waiting.

Curiosity,

Growing.

Mother,

Worried,

I would faint.

Known Mystery,

Unknown Ending.

Sealed Shut

Joe is my little brother. He is 22 months old, and adorable. Just today, he came rushing in the door from playing out in the back yard dying to see me. He screamed, “Keka! Keka! Where Keka?” (Joe calls me Keka.) But Elizabeth, my baby-sitter told him, no. She said, “Keka’s doing her homework, let’s go outside and swing until Keka gets done.” So Joe went out side and swing on the swing, but when he had enough, he said, “Okay, Keka!” and he came running inside to find me sitting on a bean bag chair with my other little brother, Robert, who is seven, watching Drake and Josh, from Disney Channel. Robert obviously taught him how to tackle. (Robert is obsessed with football, both when he plays, and when the Dallas Cowboys play, but he is not nearly as obsessed as my dad!) Joe came running full speed at me, arms out-stretched, slamming me with a hug, relaxing his sweet little head and soft long curly brown hair on my shoulder, his arms around me tight, and his darling chubby legs curled up to his chest. It’s a very small thing to write about, but he made my day. I can’t even explain the love and warmth I felt as he hugged close.

Reach the wooden steps,

Climb them.

Not waiting to look back.

Run to the water,

The wind slapping my face.

Feet numbing,

Sand Throwing.

Whole digging.

Shell finding.

Water racing.

Wave Jumping.

Parents screaming, “That’s far enough!”

Complete chaos.

Oh, well.

Chase Joe round and round,

I catch him, soaked.

He can’t go in the car.

Ends up,

Naked baby.

Running wild.

Crazy screaming.

People staring.

Tangled hair.

Mother protesting, “Let him have some modesty!”

I think I agree,

And put his clothes back on.

I’m now of Joe duty.

Crab searching,

Clam finding.

Crab chasing.

Sand castling.

Driftwood sculpting.

Drip castling.

All in all,

Fun.

An Essay from the Desk of a Middle School Blogger-

Most Parents Want their child to be doing something other than sitting on the computer all day playing games.

As a result, most kids play less than 30 min. on the computer a day, and most of them don’t have websites or

blogs. Of my survey, the kids who actually do have blogs or websites, none of them are geared towered adults.

A lot of children don’t know the advantages of having a blog that adults [besides their parents] would be

intrigued in reading. It is fun to create fan sites, go to chat rooms, and play games on the computer, but if

anyone wants to do something about a current issue, or a certain strong opinion they might have, let’s face it.

Adults are the ones who make decisions, not kids. People honestly don’t have to go out and put up signs or write

a twenty page letter to the president. I’m not saying these things are bad, but you can only fit so many things on

a sign. Sitting on the computer blogging, from my point of view, is so much easier than putting up signs or

writing to the president.

You may be thinking, “Its way to dangerous on the computer for my child to create a blog!” or, “I’m not going to

let my child have a website!” I can answer both thoughts.

My mom lets me blog. I’m not aloud in chat rooms, or youtube, but she lets me blog. There is something different

about blogging than the rest of the internet. YOU publish what YOU want on your blog. Not somebody else. You

don’t even have to publish a name, you can make up a new one to use on the internet. Blogging isn’t any safer

than Webkinz or Neopets as you might think. Both of these sites have chat rooms, even though you think they

aren’t accessible with out your permission. Unfortunately, that is not how it works. Lets say I wanted to join a

chat room, but I didn’t know if my mom would allow it. She never said I couldn’t, but I have a feeling she wouldn’t

approve. In order to join the chat room, I have to put my mom’s email address in and than if she presses the

word, “accept,” I can join. Wait! I have my own email address! I can put my email address in, and I can press

accept! etc.

The point I am trying to make is, Blogging is safe. If you don’t put your last name, address, or school in it, you’re

fine. If it’s perfectly safe, why stop your child from making a difference in this world?!

Some people make their blogs their businesses. If someone wanted to earn money, they could work hard to

make their blog in the top ten, and then sell advertisements. It’s a great way to earn money.

Four girls started this blog called, “reality diaries,” and changed a lot of girls’ lives. Now, they work for dove in

the campaign for real beauty.

The problem is, a lot of kids are not willing to commit to a blog. It takes about fifteen minuets of your time every

day. I admit I have had trouble with the responsibility as well. Although, what bugs me, is that kids always

complain instead of doing things about it, Once, I was sending and email out telling my friends about my favorite

candidate for the 2008 election, and I got an email back saying, “But kids can’t even vote yet!!!” I sent an email

back saying, “So what if I can’t vote! All the more reason for me to get involved in the election!” And I thought

kids wanted to vote. Well, maybe most of them.

I guess it all depends on whether you’re willing to commit to a blog, and how badly you want to make a

difference. Maybe blogging doesn’t work for you, but I can’t say it doesn’t work for me.