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

Finally, it takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies...

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

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

...gives a student the right to walk about the school at night.

- You must be the youngest Quidditch player in... - A century, according to McGonagall.

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.