Why is it you want me to tap dance?

I don't want to tap that.

Tell those spiders wrong.

Yeah.

Christie, kill you.

Just Oh, okay.

Put that light out.

Sorry.

Yeah.

Mhm.

Yeah.

Mhm.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Mhm, Yeah.

Mhm.

Watch it there, boy.

We're trying to sleep.

Here we are.

Mm hmm.

Right, Mr.

Managed knocks.

Mhm.

Cost.

Are you doing Wandering the corridors at night?

I'm a sleepwalker.

Extraordinarily like your father.

You are, Potter.

He, too, was exceedingly arrogant.

Strutting about the castle.

My dad didn't strut.

And nor do I.

Now, if you don't mind, I would appreciate it if you could lower your water.

Turn out your pockets.

Turn out your pockets.

What's this?

Babbitt apartment.

Really?

But reveal your secrets.

Read it, Mrs Mooney.

Worm tail, pad, foot and prongs offer their compliments to Professor Snape And care what?

And request that he keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.

You insolent little professor world looping out for a little walk in the moonlight.

Are we all right?

That remains to be seen.

I have just now confiscated or rather curious artifact from Mr Potter.

Take a look.

It's supposed to be your area of expertise.

Clearly, it's full of dark magic.

I seriously doubt it.

Service.

It looks to me as though it's merely a parchment designed to insult anyone who tries to read it.

It's I suspected to zonk.

Oh, nevertheless, to investigate any hidden qualities it may possess.

It is, after all, as you say, my area of expertise.

Harry, would you come with me, Professor?

Good night.

Are you deaf?

Put that light out.