No. 619853 [Reply]
>"Yes Harry, I know that we have literal luck in a bottle, a potion so unthinkably powerful that it seemingly bends fate to our wills in ways that we could have never predicted (which, by the way, suggests the existence of a nigh omnipotent entity that for some reasons does your bidding after you drink a potion)."
>"I know that if all the members of the Order took a sip of that retarded fortuna-ex-machina and attacked Voldy, we could end this terrible war in one afternoon and be back on time for our gay tea and crumpets. The only problem with that potion is that you can't use it too often, but we wouldn't need to. Once would be plenty. Or maybe we could have one different member drink a full vial during every mission, to ensure its success."
>"I have forgotten none of that, Harry. I don't have dementia. I simply prefer to cause as much death as possible with an absurdly convoluted plan that involves you gaining possessions of 3 ancient artifacts through interpreting my vague hints, none of which will be effective against Voldemort, and then push him into accidentally killing himself because wands choose their masters and somehow I predicted that the chain of ownership of the Elder wand would go me-Draco-you."
>"Now go back to your dorm and stop yelling Reparo at the crotch of all our transsexuals students. I'm out of points to give Griffindor."