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Here's some virtual deleted scenes from the virtual cutting-room floor, though.
Harry's capitalization pool was starting to roll over. He knew there was fallout risk. With a quick glance at Ron and Hermione he added a short hedge of soft dollars and stirred in some FASB No. 8. But this was a mistake; the market began churning, and his small-issues exemption began to smoke. He started trying to write down the value when he felt, rather than heard, Snape gliding up from behind. His variance was harsher, less ironic, than usual. "So, Potter," he sneered. "That's your solution? When someone takes a poison pill, you can't always just shove a BARRA analysis down their throat, you know. If this had been a volatile market you'd be in Askaban for having violated Glass-Steagall." Snape looked down his nose at him, his equity balanced. "You're just like your father: arrogant, always at unsystematic risk, overextended, overbought and underfinanced."
This was too much. "My father was not overextended!" Harry shouted, jumping from his stool, portfolio in hand
were there any references in the book to Aragorn looting Boromir's body? Do the descendants of Elendil have a history of plundering the fallen that I was heretofore unaware of? When Isildur took the Ring from the body of Sauron, did he stop to claim the gold fillings from Sauron's teeth as weregild as well?
"It's not like that in the magical world, 'Arry," Hagrid said, voice lowered in concern. "Y'see, when Vol... well, when You-Know-Who set up a trust deposit insurance scheme, 'e didn't account for rising interest rates. And 'e didn't give codflakes about whether it would influence currency issues abroad, or take into account nominal seasonal fluctuations in the GNP as accounted for in Dumbledore's rules. See, that's what makes him so evil, Harry; by doin' this he unpinned meaningful values from real estate an' just left 'em floatin', an' so the loss in equity was inevitable
right hand, hold it up above your head, and say, "Hey! My fork's dirty!" 5) There will be approximately 1\4-to-1\5th of a second where everyone will be looking up at the fork in your right hand. While they are so doing, place the new turkey deftly onto the serving platter with your left hand and then palm your brother-in-law's turkey up your left sleeve. (You should practice this with turkeys at home for a few weeks before you attempt it with an audience.) 6) Smile, say, "Oh, I guess my fork's clean after all," and sit down to a delicious holiday meal.
and I don't think those Captain Video Secret Decoder Rings were made by the Elves, either