They were starving him, Mum. There were bars on his window.

- The spell books alone are expensive. - We'll manage.

"Mischief managed." Otherwise, anyone can read it.

And in his mind...

Turn it into rum. Actually managed a weak tea yesterday, before...

He thinks Dumbledore's after his job.

That would be a cheerful visit. "Hello, Hagrid.

Fourteen years ago, he had huge numbers at his command.

- His name was V... - Maybe if you wrote it down?

I let her do that. It's good manners, isn't it?

Now the whole school's gonna think you're his great-great-great grandson.

My mother and father were so proud the day she got her letter.

Clearly, Hermione knows. Seems a pity not to ask her.

If I could only let her out for an hour or two.

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

And the points stand thus:

I'm afraid so, professor. The good and the bad.

And I'm holding the Quidditch Cup.

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

Friendship and bravery. And, Harry, just be careful.