I think it’s nice that Voldemort always waits until the end of the school year to try and kill Harry.
Despite his flaws, Voldemort really cares about Harry’s education.
The violence we teach our sons in teaching them to Be Men is the same that keeps us up at night worrying about our daughters.
Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.
I’m out of it for a little while, everyone gets delusions of grandeur.