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

- 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...

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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