Did you see his face?

You dare speak his name?

And that's not all that's new this year.

- Ronald has lost his rat. - I haven't lost anything!

You must be very brave to mention his name.

You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort.

She's a nightmare, honestly! No wonder she hasn't got any friends.

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

I think he's got a bit more than friendship on his mind.

...until that time when his own true Heir returned to the school.

So you all know why we're here.

- Anything off the trolley, dears? - No, thanks. I'm all set.

- Thank you so much. - Not at all. Merry Christmas.

Busy time at the Ministry, Arthur, all those extra raids?

They're an embarrassment to the wizarding world. All of them.

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

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

No, that's all I need! You to set my bloody kneecups on fire!

"All students will return to their house common rooms by 6:00 every evening."

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