Lee Jordan was finding it difficult not to take sides. 'So — after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating —' 'Jordan!' growled Professor McGonagall. 'I mean after that open and revolting foul —' 'Jordan, I'm warning you —' 'All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinnet, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession.

Doctors?" said Ron, looking startled. "Those Muggle nutters that cut people up?

Twitchy little ferret, aren't you, Malfoy?

By all means continue destroying my possessions. I daresay I have too many.

Because - oh shut up laughing, you two - because they've just been turned down by girls they asked to the ball!

Choose what to believe. He wanted the truth. Why was everybody so determined that he should not get it.

Am I about to discover where you, Ron, and Hermione disappeared to while you were supposed to be in the back room of Fred and George's shop?" How did you...?" Harry, please. You're talking to the man who raised Fred and George.