They finished their breakfasts hastily, said good-bye to Fred and George, and walked back through the hall. As they passed the Slytherin table, Malfoy did yet another impression of a fainting fit. The shouts of laughter followed Harry into the entrance hall.
Your great puddin' of a son don' need fattin' anymore Dursley, don't worry.
I will assist you to become an Auror if it is the last thing I.
HARRY: Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best to do it at a run if you're nervous. ALBUS: I'm ready.
You see, I, unlike you, have been made a prefect, which means that I, unlike you, have the power to hand out punishments.
You have to kill a lot of trees before you write anything good.