- So maybe it's just better to... - To what?

If Harry and Ron hadn't come and found me, I'd probably be dead.

But why would he keep me in the dark? Maybe I could help.

Maybe you don't have to do this all by yourself, mate.

- I'm a what? - You can talk to snakes.

I'm sorry to be so mysterious, you three.

Please don't ask me to say it again.

"Me, Myself & l" want to know. Not to mention my rabid readers.

...here's what I want you to do. Excuse me.

- He has to be taken to the hospital. - I'm the teacher. I'll do it.

I'm not sure it's going to be enough this time.

- And if I'm ever rude to you again... - I'll know you've gone back to normal.

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

Spiders! There's... There's spiders. Spiders. They want me to tap-dance.

- Hope you don't mean yourself. - How dare you talk to me!

Ronald would like me to tell you that Seamus told him...

...Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this Dueling Club...

They told me to bugger off and ate the lot themselves.

- Jinxing the broom? What do we do? - Leave it to me.

So, what I'm really trying to say is that I believe you.