Never better.

Not one single bloody letter. Not one!

Nobody, not one.

Nice one, mate.

Oh, no. Okay, relax.

Who's the one wizard Voldemort always feared?

Now, this one's been hurt bad by something.

- Wanna go and visit Hagrid? - No.

No, don't move! Don't forget, we're still playing.

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

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

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

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

No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find.

...the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, Quidditch.

Think my name's funny, do you? I've no need to ask yours.

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

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