I am a wizard, not a baboon brandishing a stick. — J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
I am a wizard, not a baboon brandishing a stick. — J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
I am a wizard, not a baboon brandishing a stick. — J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
I am a wizard, not a baboon brandishing a stick. — J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
I am a wizard, not a baboon brandishing a stick. — J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
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I am a wizard, not a baboon brandishing a stick.

— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
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