Deathly Hallows, Chapter 28: The Missing Mirror

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Or, Dishing the Dirt on Dumbledore, Part 4

While the first sentence in this chapter is only four words long, the second is the run-on sentence from hell:

He saw the achingly familiar Hogsmeade High Street: dark shop fronts, and the outline of black mountains beyond the village, and the curve in the road ahead that led off toward Hogwarts, and light spilling from the windows of the Three Broomsticks, and with a lurch of the heart he remembered, with piercing accuracy, how he had landed here nearly a year before, supporting a desperately weak Dumbledore; all this in a second upon landing--and then, even as he released his grip upon Ron’s and Hermione’s arms, it happened.

That’s ninety words long. Ninety! When I was in second grade, I turned in a book report that contained a sentence that was not nearly that bad. I just listed characters in the book: this and that and the other and another, instead of saying this, that, the other, and another. My teacher wouldn’t let me get away with it, and I was eight. Did Rowling not go to second grade? Did she never have to write papers in school?

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