I speak now, Pottermore, directly to you. You have permitted my friends to enter your site rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in my inbox. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given me my email, then battle recommences. This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Pottermore, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me. One hour.
And please, the next time you’re about to tease someone for being a lowly Hufflepuff, or a slimy Slytherin, or a stuck up Ravenclaw or even a foolish Gryffindor, just remember that we are all Hogwarts students. We’re all part of the magic.