"[Alone in his compartment on the train with Harry hiding under the Cloak; quietly] Didn't Mummy ever tell you it was rude to eavesdrop, Potter? Petrificus Totalus! [Harry falls, still hidden] Oh, right. She was dead before you could wipe the drool off your chin. [Kicks Harry in the face, breaking his nose] That's for my father. Enjoy your ride back to London. [Covers Harry with the cloak]"