"If you're thinking that I'm not going to put you in Slytherin, then you're quite right," sniffed the Hat, sounding somewhat vindictively gleeful. "The house which actually suits you best is—HUFFLEPUFF!"

"One of you is a traitor-or perhaps more than one. Bellatrix." Draco's aunt stepped forward, an excited gleam on her face as she brought from behind her back a Muggle revolver and a single bullet. "The game," she said, "is Russian Roulette."