They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff...

And they found it.

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

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

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

It was you from the beginning. You put my name in the Goblet of Fire.

What's going on here? Go on. Make way, make way.

...I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward.

Prophecies can only be retrieved by those about whom they are made.

That's insulting! It's as if they don't trust us! Dumbledore again!

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.

As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite.

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.

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.