BOOT BRAT.

Some ill-kempt Hufflepuff has Apparated out on the stoop. Splinched himself up, too.

And NO, you can't keep him.

Back to the old hovel.

Tell me then, DO YOU PLAN TO TAKE YEARS OUT THERE, BOY?

And mind the dustbins. They've a bit of a temper to them. TEETH TOO.

I've something for your hand.

Smells FOUL.