- I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today. - Easy, Wood. I've got a note.

You're just as sane as I am.

Then I can show you everything.

- I am. - Well, of course you are.

You heard. Right. Come on, now, I'm a bit preoccupied today.

- See, Harry? You're famous. - But why am I famous, Hagrid?

Don't ask me. Here I am, minding my own business...

I am merely requesting that when it comes to my students...

Good luck today, Potter. Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll.

But, Hagrid, how am I to pay for all this? I haven't any money.

...that your attitude shows, at best, a pathological need for attention...

Harry Potter. Can't tell you how pleased I am to meet you.

- He's not Fred, I am. - Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother?

All those people back there, how is it they know who I am?

So I decided to show you my capture of that brainless oaf Hagrid...

I still need... a wand.

I would've expected more rational behavior on your part and am very disappointed in you, Ms. Granger.

I guess I can wait a little longer. Now. Stupefy.

I had a dream about him.

I don't think I said anything about a graveyard, professor.