What was that? Blaise? Don't know.
Relax' boys. It's probably just a first-year messing around.
Come on, Draco.
Sit down. We'll be at Hogwarts soon.
Hogwarts. What a pathetic excuse for a school.
I'd pitch myself off the Astronomy Tower...
...if I had to continue for another two years.
What's that supposed to mean?
Let's just say I don't think you'll see me wasting my time in Charms class next year.
Amused' Blaise?
We'll see just who's laughing in the end.
You two go on.
I wanna check something.
Where's Harry?
He's probably already on the platform. Come on.
Didn't Mummy ever tell you it was rude to eavesdrop, Potter?
Petrificus Totalus.
Oh' yeah...
...she was dead before you could wipe the drool off your chin.
That's for my father.
Enjoy your ride back to London.
Finite!
Hello' Harry. Luna!
How'd you know where I was?
Wrackspurts. Your head's full of them.
