“I is not doing it!” she squealed, her eyes rolling in terror. “I is not, I is not, I is not knowing how! I is a good elf, I isn't using wands, I isn't knowing how!”
“We'd better get going,” said Harry, loosening the watch that was cutting into Goyle's thick wrist. “We've still got to find out where the Slytherin common room is. I only hope we can find someone to follow…”
“To give us what Dumbledore left us,” said Harry. “They’ve only just released the content of his will.”
Well, they would go.
"What beastly weather!" said he.