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

Oh, good God, man, you're not still on about that bloody dragon, are you?

What's going on with Harry's broomstick?

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

- Copy off you. - No, you won't.

Thank you.

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

Did you hear that?

Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day, can you?

You could be great, you know. It's all here, in your head.

But where to put you?

You all know, of course...

Not as good as you.

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

But before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses.

Your triumphs will earn you points.

Mental, that one, I'm telling you.

Potter. Is it true you fainted?

You see, honorable as your intentions were, you too were out of bed after hours.

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