human
It's queer about falls, said Mr. Potter.
gpt
It's often the little ones that kill. Now, there I fell sixty feet, and you might say it didn't hurt me at all. Another time, showing in Yucatan, I fell only forty feet, and smashed two ribs. And the worst fall I ever had was fifteen feet at the Olympia, in London. I was driving four horses in a tandem race, and was thrown straight on my head. That time I nearly broke my neck.
human
Twenty-five feet is my best fall, put in Mrs. Potter, smiling.
gpt
I was doing an act on the flying rings, and one of 'em broke. Remember that, Harry?
human
Perhaps you won't believe this, he said,