What's going on here? Go on. Make way, make way.

So just keep practicing on your own as best you can.

They got in on pure talent.

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

Dementors aren't supposed to be on the grounds. Dumbledore's furious.

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

There was water on the floor that night. She only saw the basilisk's reflection.

At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in.

Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, "Up."

Who knows? Why was he trying to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween?

Oh, go on Harry. Quidditch is great. Best game there is, and you'll be great too.

No one blames you, Harry.

- You have... - My mother's eyes.

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

Your triumphs will earn you points.

Do you have your feathers? Good.

Where, Mr Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?

I know you. You're Nearly Headless Nick.

- Me?! He's mental! - Not you! Your rat!

"Nearly" headless? How can you be nearly headless?