"Do you know what this is, do you recognise it?" Harry breathed dangerously as he thrust Ron's head close to the breeze, his jokey tone obliterated in an instant. "It's a portal ... to the other side. Wherever that might be. I've been there, myself ... five years ago. Your big mate, Tommy Riddle, sent me to see it. Do you know, can you possibly have even the tiniest inkling, of what it's like to go there ... and then to come back? To come back from a place where it's an abomination of the natural laws to leave once you get there? No, of course you don't. Because you are a complete fucktard.