...of the wizard world for nearly 10 centuries.

Something's about to burst out of Eloise Midgen, but I don't think it's a swan.

So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled...

...by a dodge as pathetically dimwitted as an Aging Potion.

But in the end, only one will go down in history.

- Three, sir. - And they are so named?

Will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban, correct.

Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for herbology.

Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him? Stop it!

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

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

Come on, Hermione. They're here because they think I'm some freak.

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

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

So it's only a matter of time before one of them is killed this time.

Don't move, Potter. I'll get rid of it for you.

To Miss Hermione Granger, for the cool use of intellect...

I mean, it's sort of exciting, isn't it, breaking the rules?

The last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened, a Mudblood died.

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