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

Listen, last night, I'm guessing Snape let the troll in as a diversion...

It's not real, the ceiling. It's just bewitched to look like the night sky.

- I'm a what? - You can talk to snakes.

Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance.

In just a week, he'll be off to Smeltings.

Finally, it takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies...

Will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban, correct.

He'll have to be trained up a bit, of course.

And I have a few last-minute points to award.

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

...but this isn't a great time for me to have a house-elf in my bedroom.

More to the point, they've yet to think of a spell that our Hermione can't do.

...that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament?

Salazar Slytherin was a Parselmouth. He could talk to snakes too.

...and a stranger turns up who just happens to have one?

An Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal.

For this reason, the Ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule.

To perform them in a classroom... I mean, did you see Neville's face?

What're we going to do? There must be a thousand keys up there.