J.K. RowlingI don't know about you, it's just too hot today, isn't it?
And it's going to get even worse.
Temperatures up in the mid-30s Celsius... that's the mid-90s Fahrenheit, tomorrow, maybe even hitting 100.
So, please, remember to cover up and stay cool... with the hottest hits on your FM dial.
Come on, guys, time to go home.
Come on, love, off you get.
Do we have to?
Yes, we do.
I'll make you your favorite dinner to compensate.
He squealed like a pig, didn't he?
Yeah, brilliant punch, Big D.
Did you see his face?
Hey, Big D.
Beat up another.
This one deserved it.
Yeah.
Five against one, very brave.
Well, you're one to talk.
Moaning in your sleep every night?
At least I'm not afraid of my pillow.
"Don't kill Cedric."
Who's Cedric, your boyfriend?
Shut up.
"He's going to kill me, Mum."
Where is your mum?
Where is your mum, Potter?
She dead?
Is she dead?
Is she a dead Pott...?
Dudley.
Dudley, let's go.
What's going on?
What are you doing?
I'm not doing anything.
We're getting out of here, Dudley.
Come on, Dudley, hurry up.
Dudley, run.
Expecto Patronum.
Mrs. Figg.
Don't put away your wand, Harry.
They might come back.
Dementors in Little Whinging, whatever next?
Whole world's gone topsy-turvy. -
I don't understand. How do you know...?
Dumbledore asked me to keep an eye on you.
Dumbledore asked you? You know Dumbledore?
After You-Know-Who killed that poor Diggory boy last year... did you expect him to let you go wandering on your own?
Good Lord, boy. They told me you were intelligent.
Now, get inside and stay there.
Expect someone will be in touch soon.
Whatever happens, don't leave the house.
It is hot. That's right, hot everywhere.
There's sweat. There's stifling.
Diddykins?
Is that you?
Duddy. Vernon, come quick.
We're going to have to take him to a hospital.
Who did this to you, boy?
Happy, are we, now?
You've finally done it. You've finally driven him loopy.
Vernon, don't say that.
Well, just look at him, Petunia. Our boy has gone yumpy.
I've reached my limit, do you hear?
This is the last I'm gonna take of you and your nonsense.
Dear Mr. Potter.
What?
The Ministry has received intelligence that at 6:23 this evening... you performed the Patronus Charm in the presence of a Muggle.