At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup.

She's a nightmare, honestly! No wonder she hasn't got any friends.

That's unicorn blood, that is. I found one dead a few weeks ago.

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

Look at it! The new Nimbus 2000!

I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head...

...prefects will lead their house back to the dormitories.

The only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten.

- Anything off the trolley, dears? - No, thanks. I'm all set.

To Miss Hermione Granger, for the cool use of intellect...

...until that time when his own true Heir returned to the school.

- I'm Ron Weasley. - Pleasure.

This is Crabbe, and Goyle.

And I'm Malfoy.

Think my name's funny, do you? I've no need to ask yours.

Red hair and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley.

When I call your name, you will come forth.

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

Have it your way, then.

Fred gave me a spell as to turn him yellow. Want to see?