Harry Potter en l'estil d'Irvine Welsh

Kirstin Innes al Guardian:

Doonin the Great Hall, some a they shitey wee Slytherins were hingin aboot.

-Square go, then, speccy cunt! C'moan ya crappin basturts! one ay thum shouted.

-Fuck oaf, ya plukey-faced wee pureblood! Ron snarled as we piled up the spiral staircase wi the wee Slytherin cunts flinging hexes eftir us.

Ah wisnae chuffed at Ron. - Fuckssake, ya fuckin radge. That wis wee Draco - he hings aboot wi they Death Eatin casuals frae Hogsmeade, ah sais.