"The headmistress is NO BOSS OF MINE!" Lord Borr's voice boomed, so loud that the panes of glass in the windows rattled. "I have rights given to me by THE MINISTER HIMSELF, thank you very much! I think you all - ALL OF YOU - forget who I AM! And YOU ALL forget where you are! Hogwarts is NO MORE!"


"I am LORD Borr, Berty Borr, a very busy and very important former Ministry official and best teacher ever of all time -- EVER EVER EVER! You all should be BOWING, not talking about some idiot little girl who only even has a job out of pity from her big, generous, very high up, brother! You all have been hoodwinked and mind-washed by her and her kind and I won't stand for it!"


"HOUSE ELF! Poop! I believe I I asked you to make a choice. I won't ask again. After that, I'll let my boys vote on your fate." Lord Borr shook the shirt at the other pestering elf. Vermin infestation in his office on top of the garbage, bah! "Put out that kid's pants, other Elf!"