Fake Predictions and ForeshadowingHarry Potter
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14. Bolum’de (The Unforgivable Curses) Harry ve Ron’un Divination odevini uydurarak yaptiklari kismi okurken uydurduklari tahminlerin kitaptaki olaylara foreshadowing yaptigini fark ettim.
“You know,” said Ron, whose hair was on end because of all the times he had run his fingers through it in frustration, “I think it’s back to the old Divination standby.”
“What — make it up?”
“Yeah,” said Ron, sweeping the jumble of scrawled notes off the table, dipping his pen into some ink, and starting to write.
“Next Monday,” he said as he scribbled, “I am likely to develop a cough, owing to the unlucky conjunction of Mars and Jupiter.” He looked up at Harry. “You know her — just put in loads of misery, she’ll lap it up.”
“Right,” said Harry, crumpling up his first attempt and lobbing it over the heads of a group of chattering first years into the fire. “Okay . . . on Monday, I will be in danger of — er — burns.” —-> ILK GOREV EJDERHAYLA SAVAS
“Yeah, you will be,” said Ron darkly, “we’re seeing the skrewts again on Monday. Okay, Tuesday, I’ll . . . erm . . .”
“Lose a treasured possession,” said Harry, who was flicking through Unfogging the Future for ideas. —-> IKINCI GOREV ICIN ARKADASLARININ KACIRILMASI
“Good one,” said Ron, copying it down. “Because of . . . erm . . . Mercury. Why don’t you get stabbed in the back by someone you thought was a friend?” —-> MOODY OLAYLARI
“Yeah . . . cool . . .” said Harry, scribbling it down, “because . . . Venus is in the twelfth house.”
“And on Wednesday, I think I’ll come off worst in a fight.” —-> VOLDEMORT’LA KARSILASMASI
“Aaah, I was going to have a fight. Okay, I’ll lose a bet.”
“Yeah, you’ll be betting I’ll win my
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The most fetching star.
What Dawn flings afield
You bring back together
Sheep to the fold, goats to the pen,
And the child to his mother again.
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Is desire;
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Of coming spring.
You will have memories
Because of what we did back then
When we were new at this,
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"Pekala, ben seni daha çok seviyorum," dedi. "Hadi, barış olsun. Bir daha asla senin isteğin dışında yapmayacağım. Hayatım üzerine yemin ederim!"
I don't like you at all! I hate and detest you! I'll go back to mother, I will!!
Well, I like you all the better,' he said. 'Come, let there be peace. I'll never do it again against your will. My life upon it now!"
"there is a patience of the wild -dogged, tireless, persistent as life itself- that holds motionless for endless hours the spider in its web, the snake in its coils, the panther in its ambuscade. this patience belongs peculiarly to life when it hunts its living food; and it belonged to buck as he clung to the flank of the herd, retarding its march, irritating the young bulls, worrying the cows with their half-grown calves, and driving the wounded bull mad with helpless rage.
for half a day this continued. buck multiplied himself, attacking from all sides, enveloping the herd in a whirlwind of menace, cutting out his victim as fast as it could rejoin its mates, wearing out the patience of creatures preyed upon, which is a lesser patience than that of creatures preying. as the day wore along and the sun dropped to its bed in the northwest (the darkness had come back and the fall nights were six hours long), the young bulls retraced their steps more and more reluctantly to the aid of their beset leader. the down-coming winter was harrying them on to the lower levels, and it seemed they could never shake off this tireless creature that held them back. besides, it was not the life of the herd, or of the young bulls, that was threatened. the life of only one member was demanded, which was a remoter interest than their lives, and in the end they were content to pay the toll.
as twilight fell the old bull stood with lowered head, watching his mates -the cows he had known, the calves he had fathered, the bulls he had mastered- as they shambled on at a rapid pace through the fading light. he could not follow, for before his nose leaped the merciless fanged terror that would not let him go. three hundredweight more than half a ton he weighed; he had lived a long, strong life,
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