And did those brooms in winter time
Fly above Hogwarts’ grounds so green?
And was the Chosen One of love
On Hogwarts’ moving stairwells seen?
And did that glove crimson and gold
Hence catch the golden yellow Snitch?
And was the Tournament ended here
In hedges on the Quidditch pitch?
Accio key to Hogwarts’ doors!
Accio wand that burns so bright!
Accio books! O paper joy!
Accio friends with weary smiles!
We shall not cease our righteous war,
Nor be consumed by the Dark Arts;
The strong light of this Lumos charm,
It dwells in ev’ry student's heart.
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