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

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

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

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

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

I don't know, Sir.

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

Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, "Up."

I won it. Off a stranger I met down at the pub.

- I don't know what you mean. - You know perfectly well what I mean.

- ...I died. - Just like that? How?

Ron, maybe I should do it.

You know, Hagrid. I know you do.

Will I have to wear that too?

See what I must do to survive?

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

Hogwarts teacher or not, I know a spell when I see one. I've read all about them.

Told them I was hungry, wanted some sweets.

Harry, I know what you're thinking, but don't.

All I ask is for something in return.