- You think so? - I know so.

- Alastor Moody? The Auror? - Auror?

Dark-wizard catcher. Half the cells in Azkaban are filled thanks to him.

What's that he's drinking, do you suppose?

I don't know, but I don't think it's pumpkin juice.

After due consideration...

...the Ministry has concluded that, for their own safety...

- This decision is final. - That's rubbish!

...need only write their name upon a piece of parchment...

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

If chosen, there's no turning back.

But first, which of you can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?

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

I say different! You need to know what you're up against!

No way. The old codger can see out the back of his head.

So which curse shall we see first?

Stand.

That's what worried them so much. Happened right under their noses.

Well, there's something you don't see every day.

...but home to some very special guests as well.