The Master promptly inhaled some of his scotch. He began coughing.

He muttered something between hacks that sounded suspiciously like, "The Boy Who Lived To Defeat Evil By Virtue Of His Strong Martyr Complex And His Need To Be Validated By Useless Dead People?" Only half of the words were likely discernible at all. He couldn't help it. Ridiculous, soppy ending - he'd burned the bloody thing. He would have had JKR publicly executed if she hadn't died in the first wave of population thinning.