Bill, Don’t Look At Me — I’m

He Might Have Crawled Up Into The Airing Cupboard And Died, But I Mustn't Get My Hopes Up.

Oh No You Don’t, Laddie!” Harry Spun Around. Professor Moody Was Limping Down The Marble Staircase. His Wand Was Out And It Was Pointing Right At A Pure White Ferret, Which Was Shivering On The Stone-flagged Floor, Exactly Where Malfoy Had Been Standing.

Bangs And Smoke Were More Often The Marks Of Ineptitude Than Expertise.

Be Good Now, Potty...weasel King.

Draco Malfoy Is A Bad Boy!" Squeaked Dobby Angrily.