Train's leaving. Go on. Come on, hurry up.

Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.

What's going on here? Go on. Make way, make way.

What's going on with Harry's broomstick?

Harry, I don't know who did it, but you'd better come.

If Harry and Ron hadn't come and found me, I'd probably be dead.

It's true then, what they're saying on the train.

So just keep practicing on your own as best you can.

You've got dirt on your nose, by the way. Did you know?

...and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night.

Not on its own. Trolls are really stupid. Probably people playing jokes.

As an antidote to your ignorance, and on my desk, by Monday morning...

Go on, Ron. I ignored one from my gran once. It was horrible.

I'm surprised the Daily Prophet hasn't done a report on all these attacks.

No, that's all I need! You to set my bloody kneecups on fire!

At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in.

Oh, good God, man, you're not still on about that bloody dragon, are you?

Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse.