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

...when you can join me and live?

Once I make my move, the queen will take me.

My sons and daughters do not harm Hagrid on my command.

Hang on. How do you know my friends haven't been writing to me?

I'd guess you have little more than a minute to live.

- You have... - My mother's eyes.

I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending that I don't exist.

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.

Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad.

You better clear off before my bones come back, or I might strangle you.

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

Harry, it's you that has to go on. I know it.

- What would you have done? - Died, rather than betray my friends!

It was you from the beginning. You put my name in the Goblet of Fire.

Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?

I would've expected more rational behavior on your part and am very disappointed in you, Ms. Granger.