Have it your way, then.

I mean, do you really have the...?

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

You, on the other hand, have no business wandering the corridors at night.

I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head...

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

Can I have a go, Harry? After you, of course.

Not on its own. Trolls are really stupid. Probably people playing jokes.

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

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

But you're a bit more along than I would have expected. Particularly 'round the middle.

And now, as I understand it, the house cup needs awarding.

They're really rare. I wonder who gave it to you.

- Bit early for mail, isn't it? - But I never get mail.

Harry, I don't know who did it, but you'd better come.

This is what you'll going to be wearing, when I finish dyeing it.

Boys, I think it's time we teach Weasle-Bee how to respect his superiors.