Book: Harry Potter and the methods of rationality. Page 2

- I would like to ask your advice, ' said Severus, in a normal tone. I know of another fifth-year from Slytherin who was hurt Gryffindors. He has made location maharajganj beautiful girl who one day saw his torment, and tried to save from bullies. He called her a Mudblood, and that was the end of their relationship. He apologized many times but she never forgave him. Do you think that he could say or do to deserve forgiveness, similar to what you gave Lestrange?
- Uh-uh - squeezed Harry, based only on this information, I don't think the problem was just him. I would advise him not to meet with someone so incapable of forgiveness. For example, they were married, can you imagine life in such a family?
There was a pause.
- But she was able to forgive, surprised Severus, or why later she became the girlfriend of the bully? Tell me why she forgave the bully and not the one who was offended?
Harry shrugged his shoulders.
- Offhand, because the bully hurt someone else, and although slightly offended, but hurt her. In General, for some reason, for her it was much less forgivable. However, is it worth it to dig too deeply? Was the bully handsome? Or rich?
There was another pause.
Yes on both counts, ' replied Snape.
- Well here is the answer, ' said Harry. - I never studied in high school, but my books say about the existence of a certain sort of young girls, who are enraged by the grievances received from the poor ugly lad, but who can find a place in your heart for the forgiveness of the rich and beautiful bully. In other words, it was superficial. Tell him, whoever he was, that it is not worth it. He needs to overcome this feeling and move on, gone out with girls that are not so pretty as pithy.

Stupidity is when you repeat the same thing and expect a different result.

It is necessary to take the role of Savior of the plays, and people see you as a servant, which they have the right to dispose of, and one they can enjoy to criticize, for it is the privilege of gentlemen, to sit and give valuable suggestions, while the slaves are working.

John. K. Rowling, if you are someone annoying, think about blue, count to two and look for the red shoes.

If you were given a glass which is half empty and half full, then that is the reality, this is true and really is. But only you choose how to treat this, whether to despair over the empty half or rejoice that there is water.

The universe is not good and not evil, she just does not care.

"You bunch of crazies" - said Harry to the internal meeting, but all its component parts voted "Yes" so that it only remained to obey.

Draco suddenly desperately aware that although being a friend of Harry Potter is undoubtedly awful, but that is for Draco such a serious threat, something to be his enemy - even worse.
Probably.
Maybe.
Well, you become his enemy it's never too late...

Suddenly Neville opened his mouth and stepped back.
- I remember that voice! You're one of the Lords of Chaos! You gave me candy!
What? What?
Harry Potter stood up abruptly and turned toward the door:
- I? Never! Do I look like a villain that will give the child a piece of candy?

Most interesting is that he had to agree with his father. No one has ever seen any evidence of the reality of magic, and the mother indicated that there is a whole magical world. How can you keep a secret? Also with the help of magic? Rather suspicious explanation.
Case the idea is simple: mom or joking, or lying, or crazy, in ascending order of awfulness. If she sent the letter, it explains how it got in the mailbox with no postage. In the end, the craziness of much, much more likely than the universe that contains magic.
But still, some part of Harry was utterly convinced that magic is real. This feeling arose at the very moment when he saw a letter supposedly from Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Pulled a face and Harry rubbed his forehead. Do not trust your thoughts, it was written in one book.
But this strange belief... it's like He knew in advance that the Professor Hogwarts in fact, appears on their doorstep, will wave his wand and create magic. This conviction was not trying to protect themselves from refutation: not looking for excuses in advance in case if any Professor won't come, or will come, but will show only the trick with the spoon bending.

Harry finished the address, folded the letter in half and tucked into an envelope, sending it to Hogwarts. Then, on reflection, took the candle and dropping wax on a corner of the envelope, pushed it with the tip of a penknife their initials: G. D. P. V. E. to Go crazy - so tasteful.
...
"Mom," spoke up Harry, I want to test the hypothesis. How, according to your theory, I should send an owl to Hogwarts?
Mother turned from the kitchen sink and looked at him, puzzled.
- I... I don't know. I think you must be a magic owl.
He had suspected the voice to say: "yeah, it turns out that to test your theory does not" but the strange certainty was not willing to give up.
The letter somehow got in here, - thought Harry, - so I'll just wave them on the street and shout: "the Letter to Hogwarts!" Look fly whether the owl to pick it up. Dad, do you want to go with me?
Father shook his head and continued reading.
...
Harry took a deep breath and raised the envelope into the air.
Swallowed.
Scream "a Letter to Hogwarts!", waving the envelope in the back yard of his house was suddenly very awkward experience.
No, I'm not like dad. I use the scientific method, even if it would look stupid.
- A letter... ' began Harry, but it turned out only some unintelligible staccato whisper.
Then he dug in his heels and shouted in the empty sky:
- A letter to Hogwarts! Can I get an owl?!
- Harry? - said almost above the ear, puzzled voice of a neighbor.
Harry pulled his hand away, as if burned, and hid the envelope behind his back as if it was proceeds from drug sales. Face burned from embarrassment.
Over the neighbor's fence there was a female face, uncombed gray hair sticking out from under a hair net. It was Mrs. Figg, which at times watching him.
- What are you doing here, Harry?
"Nothing," he replied in a small voice. Just checking... a very stupid theory...
- You received invitation letter from Hogwarts?
Harry froze on the spot.
"Yes," said his lips after a short pause, I received a letter from Hogwarts. They wrote that I sent them a reply with the owl until July 31, but...
But you have no owls. Poor boy! Can't even imagine what they were thinking, sending you a standard invitation.
Wrinkled hand with an open palm leaned out from behind the fence. Hardly knowing what was happening, Harry gave the envelope.
- I'll do it, dear, ' said Mrs Figg, I'll be bringing anybody.
And her face sticking out over the fence, disappeared.
In the yard a long silence that eventually broke the quiet voice of the boy:
What?

Why do you believe in what you believe in? What do you know and why you think you know it?

May I ask, why not?
- Once I lived the stone. He died.

Why does any kind of cynicism attracts people? Because it seems a sign of maturity, of wisdom, as if cynic had seen it all and knows better. Or because, belittling, and feel yourself become higher.