- Good of you to get us out of trouble like that. - Mind you, we did save her life.

Which means he knows how to get past Fluffy.

No, I didn't think so. Oh, well. What's life without a few dragons?

And if Umbridge refuses to teach us how, we need someone who will.

But I told him. I said, "The trick with any beast is to know how to calm him."

How often do you come across a three-headed dog, even if you're in the trade?

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

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.

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

If you'll excuse me, I need to have a little word with the driver.

Something's about to burst out of Eloise Midgen, but I don't think it's a swan.

Where, Mr Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?

Take Fluffy, for example. Just play him a bit of music and he falls straight to sleep.

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