Listen, Harr,y can I have a go on it? Can I?"

"I don't think anyone should ride that broom just yet!" said Hermoine shrilly.

Harry and Ron looked at her.

"What d'you think Harry's going to do with it - sweep the floor?" said Ron.

Oh, of course," said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. "I forgot we'll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library.

There you go, Harry!” Ron shouted over the noise. “You weren’t being thick after all — you were showing moral fiber!

Wild!" Ron said, twiddling the replay knob on the side. "I can make that old bloke down there pick his nose again... and again... and again...

Well, we were always going to fail that one," said Ron gloomily as they ascended the marble staircase. He had just made Harry feel rather better by telling him how he told the examiner in detail about the ugly man with a wart on his nose in the crystal ball, only to look up and realize he had been describing the examiner's reflection.

So why in the name of Merlin’s saggy left —”
“Don’t talk to your mother like that.