I 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.

As a clear violation...

...of the Decree for the Reasonable

Restriction of Underage Sorcery...

...you are hereby expelled...

...from Hogwarts School

of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Hoping you are well, Mafalda Hopkirk.

Justice.

He's not very well.

Sorry, Hedwig.

Very clean, these Muggles.

- Tonks, for God's sake.

- Unnatural.

Professor Moody.

- What are you doing here?

- Rescuing you, of course.

But where are we going? The

letter said I've been expelled.

You haven't been. Not yet.

Kingsley, you take point.

But the letter said...

Dumbledore persuaded the minister

to suspend your expulsion...

- ... pending a formal hearing.

- A hearing?

Don't worry. We'll explain everything

when we get back to headquarters.

Not here, Nymphadora.

Don't call me Nymphadora.

Stay in formation, everyone. Don't

break ranks if one of us is killed.

Come on, you, around the corner.

Come on.

In you go, son.

There've been no sightings.

No deaths. No proof.

He almost killed Harry. If

that isn't proof enough...

Yes, but guarding you-know-what

is the most important...

We must trust Dumbledore on this.

Was he able to protect Harry last year?

Well, tonight I say it's time to take action.

Cornelius Fudge is a politician

first and a wizard second.



Sorry I could not finish this script book.