Never try to save my life again.

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

Facing this stuff in real life is not like school.

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

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

Okay. Then I get Fang.

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.

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

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

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.

It's all right, sweetheart. We'll get you out of these cold clothes.

That's not just a broomstick, Harry, it's a Nimbus 2000!

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

...with a nice toffee.

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

...before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed.