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

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

What's going on with Harry's broomstick?

Everybody come together. Boys, on your feet!

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

So come on, then, Nigel. Give it your best shot.

Come on, Harry, time for a spot of breakfast.

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

I knew the name sound familiar. I read it on the train that day.

I expect there's a cell in Azkaban with your name on it.

But for now, at least, it looks like you're on your own.

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

No word yet on how Harry Potter's taking this latest emotional blow."

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.

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.

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

Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, "Up."

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