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Honestly, you Muggles can't even get the weather right.


Mudbl-- Granger. As impressive as it is that you've managed to keep your ridiculously bushy head down for so long. A word.

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... If any one of you think that any of my actions during that bloody curse have any bearing in reality, you are sorely mistaken.

And that carnival? Hah. I've seen more entertaining Quidditch matches between five year olds.

Er. Professor Snape? If I say the dog ate my chemistry homework, are you going to laugh in my face or give me an extension? I'd prefer the latter, just putting that out there.

Hey, you lot. If you pony up now, I'll get my Father to spring for tickets to the Dark Knight. Of course, I've already seen it but I can't expect everyone to be as privileged as I am. And you'll all owe me, of course.

Jam session later, anyone? I haven't touched my guitar in longer than I assume is healthy. I've got a new song and a rift to go along with it. Much less Stairway to Heaven than the last batch. Think: Yellow Submarine. Only with Elvis.

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Don't bother with your Muggle guides or your ridiculous red carpet welcomes. So this place is called the City and the uncultured lot of you have never heard of Hogwarts, let alone witchcraft and wizardry.

So I expect you'll have something to say about this then, Potter?