...prefects will lead their house back to the dormitories.

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

But as it's the last night, I really do need them back.

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

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

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

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

So could you please put them on, right away? Quickly.

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

This term, we'll focus on Tasseomancy, the art of reading tea leaves.

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

- Mummy, have you seen my jumper? - Yes, dear, it was on the cat.

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

Not on its own. Trolls are really stupid. Probably people playing jokes.

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

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

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