" Another Weasley? You breed like gnomes. Isn't Harry Potter here? I was hoping to meet him. I thought he was a friend of yours, Ronald, or have you merely been boasting? "
Uncle Henry was a short, pot-bellied, irascible old gentleman with a pink face, a shock of long silver hair and an utter lack of patience with feminine timidities and vaporings.
This sounds like so much hot air, but the near $13 billion fortune this entrepreneur has amassed comes from practical achievements rather than hypothetical ones.
It's the kind of food that you couldn't eat it and use big words afterwards 'cause you just feel like you're six years old and you should be saying things like tricycle.