Read the following excerpt from Harry Potter and the Cursed Child and answer the questions that follow. AMOS: There's plenty you're responsible for.

HARRY: Sorry?

AMOS: My son, Cedric, you do remember Cedric, don't you?

HARRY: (remembering Cedric hurts him) Yes, I remember your son. His loss-

AMOS: Voldemort wanted you! Not my son! You told me yourself, the words he said were, "Kill the spare." The spare. My son, my beautiful son, was a spare.

HARRY: Mr. Diggory, as you know, I sympathize with your efforts to memorialize Cedric, but-

AMOS: A memorial? I am not interested in a memorial-not anymore. I am an old man-an old dying man-and I am here to ask you-beg you-to help him back.

HARRY: (looks up astonished)

HARRY: Get him back? Amos, that's not possible

HARRY: Amos, playing with Time? You know we can't do that.

AMOS: How many people have died for the Boy Who Lived? I'm asking you to save one of them

What does this scene reveal about Amos’s feelings toward Harry?

Amos respects Harry and has come to get his help.
Amos believes Harry was a good friend to Cedric.
Amos feels Harry is responsible for Cedric’s death.

Which are examples of puns? check all that apply. a. it’s pointless to write with a broken pencil. b. early to bed means early to rise. c. the poor, old cow was udderly exhausted. d. a penny saved is a penny earned. e. that lightning storm was just shocking.

Select the contred text in the passage which sentence in this excerpt from john galsworthy's narrative essay "gone" reflects his view that there is no afterlife? an old woman and mrs. herd's sister were in the sitting-room, they showed us to the crazy, narrow stairway. though we lived distant but four hundred yards of a crows flight, we had never seen mrs. herd before, for that is the way of things in this land of minding one's own business a slight dark girlish-looking woman, almost quite refined away, and with those eyes of the dying, where the spirit is coming through, as it only does when it knows that al is over except just the passing. she lay in a double bed with clean white sheets. a white-washed room, so low that the ceiling almost touched our heads, some flowers in a bow, the small lattice window open. though it was hot in there, it was better far than the rooms of most families in towns, living on a wage of twice as much, for here was no sign of defeat in decency or cleanliness. in her face, as in poor herd's, was that same strange minging of resigned despair and almost eager appeal, so terrible to disappoint. yet, trying not to disappoint it, one felt guilty of treachery: what was the good, the kindness in making this poor bird flutter still with hope against the bars, when fast prison had so surely closed in round her? but what else could we do? we could not give her those glib assurances that naive souls make so easily to others concerning their after state. and the night was so beautiful, so utterly glamourously beautiful, with its star-flowers, and its silence and its trees clothed in moonlight. all was tranquil as a dream of sleep. but it was long before our hearts wandering with poor herd, would let us remember that she had slipped away into so beautiful a dream

Labode, roger. "ten best dog breeds." family. dec. 2002. pp 17-18. what is the word family? a. article title b. name of publication c. author's name d. publisher