Chapter Seven: Bagman & Crouch
A utopia of comedic gold. Â
â âJust put them on, Archie, thereâs a good chap. You canât walk around like that, the Muggle at the gateâs already getting suspicious -â
  âI bought this in a Muggle shop,â said the old wizard stubbornly. âMuggles wear them.âÂ
 âMuggle women wear them, Archie, not the men, they were these,â said the Ministry wizard, and he brandished the pinstriped trousers.
  âIâm not putting them on,â said old Archie in indignation.  âI like a healthy breeze âround my privates, thanks.â â (page 83-84, US edition)
â â...hardly a hiccough in the arrangements...not much for me to do!â Behind him, a group of haggard-looking Ministry wizards rushed past, pointing at the distant evidence of some sort of magical fire that was sending violet sparks twenty feet into the air.â (page 87, US edition)
â âYes - thank you, Weatherby.â â (page 90, US edition)
â âOh shut up, Weatherby,â â (page 92, US edition)
â âYouâll be supporting Ireland, of course?â she added, eyeing Harry, Ron, and Hermione beadily. When they had assured her that they were indeed supporting Ireland, they set off again..though as Ron said, âLike weâd say anything else surrounded by that lot.â â (page 82, US edition)