Then I, whose eyes were keen, saw, blown usward from Margny, a cloud of flying dust, that in Scotland we call stour.

He pulled Riddle into Hogwarts from the orphanarium where he was abusing the other kids and stealing their stuff.

Here's Pannum and Lap, and good Poplars of Yarrum, / To fill up the Crib, and to comfort the Quarron.

Sally came first in the calligraphy competition.