Train's leaving. Go on. Come on, hurry up.

Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?

No, that's all I need! You to set my bloody kneecups on fire!

- Dear, dear... - Now, now, Hagrid. Now, come on.

It's true then, what they're saying on the train.

I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head...

My sons and daughters do not harm Hagrid on my command.

I expect there's a cell in Azkaban with your name on it.

Go on, Ron. I ignored one from my gran once. It was horrible.

...l just hope you realize how fortunate you are.

Who are you and what have you done with Hermione?

- Happy Christmas. - Thank you.

- There. You see them, don't you? - That's me! Only I'm head boy.

I can help you there.

You must be the Weasleys.

You dare speak his name?

Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse.

You see, honorable as your intentions were, you too were out of bed after hours.

- You sent for me, headmistress? - Snape, yes.

- We couldn't have done it without you. - Thanks.