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?

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

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

Neither should you. You're sneaking out again, aren't you?

You're not dangerous at all, are you, you great ugly brute!

Why are you wearing glasses?

Hey! Where are you going?

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.

Potter. Is it true you fainted?

Your triumphs will earn you points.

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

- You just stay there! - Please, get me down!

- I mean, you actually fainted? - Shove off, Malfoy.

Let me explain. Neville, would you join me, please?

- He's studying dragons there. - Good. You can help Harry, then.

You may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room.

It's all right, sweetheart. We'll get you out of these cold clothes.