At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in.

Never better.

No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood.

"No exceptions."

Oh, no. Okay, relax.

Who's the one wizard Voldemort always feared?

You have no business here.

You'll pay for that one, Malfoy. Eat slugs!

- There will be no need to talk. - No need to think's more like it.

- Wanna go and visit Hagrid? - No.

I'm afraid we have no choice, Hagrid.

I didn't know what I was doing half the time. I nearly always had help.

- Have a tea, if you like. - No, Hagrid.

The vault in question, number 713, had, in fact, been emptied earlier that very same day."

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

That's unicorn blood, that is. I found one dead a few weeks ago.

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

...I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward.

- No, ma'am, he's just fainted. - Yes, well, just leave him there.

So it's only a matter of time before one of them is killed this time.