“What’s a Wheezy?” “Your Wheezy, sir, your Wheezy — Wheezy who is giving Dobby his sweater!” Dobby plucked at the shrunken maroon sweater he was now wearing over his shorts. “What?” Harry gasped. “They’ve got… they’ve got Ron?” “The thing Harry Potter will miss most, sir!” squeaked Dobby.
If I changed my name,
everyone would have just known that I changed my name. If I had been
anonymous, it would have felt pretentious. It would seem like I’m trying
to dodge something. I love my family and have such respect for their
work, for their career and talents, and I’m very proud to be connected
with them.
