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

Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it.

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

What's going on with Harry's broomstick?

It's true then, what they're saying on the train.

So just keep practicing on your own as best you can.

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

Not on its own. Trolls are really stupid. Probably people playing jokes.

You've got dirt on your nose, by the way. Did you know?

As an antidote to your ignorance, and on my desk, by Monday morning...

Go on, Ron. I ignored one from my gran once. It was horrible.

I'm surprised the Daily Prophet hasn't done a report on all these attacks.

No, that's all I need! You to set my bloody kneecups on fire!

At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in.

Oh, good God, man, you're not still on about that bloody dragon, are you?

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