Well, they're not that hard to find, to be perfectly honest. They're so big, see?

I tried so hard to help, and all it's done is make things worse.

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

Clearly, Hermione knows. Seems a pity not to ask her.

He'll have to be trained up a bit, of course.

And I have a few last-minute points to award.

...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.

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

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

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.