“How long have you been a Wiccan?”A what?”A pagan. A witch.”I’m not a witch,’ I said, glancing out the door. ‘I’m a wizard.’Sanya frowned. ‘What is the difference?”Wizard has a Z’He looked at me blankly.’No one appreciates me.’ I muttered.”

“Seventeen, eh!” said Hagrid as he accepted a bucket-sized glass of wine from Fred.”Six years to the day we met, Harry, d’yeh remember it?””Vaguely,” said Harry, grinning up at him. “Didn’t you smash down the front door, give Dudley a pig’s tail, and tell me I was a wizard?””I forge’ the details,” Hagrid chortled.”