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

Now, hand me the prophecy.

Let me introduce my assistant...

- You sent for me, headmistress? - Snape, yes.

See, the thing is, Harry, there are some wizards, like the Malfoy family...

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.

He rarely left me alone. But he doesn't understand.

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

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

Make way there, please. Let me by, madam. Thank you.

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

Harry, now you give me those, and I'll get them signed.

...Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this Dueling Club...

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

- There. You see them, don't you? - That's me! Only I'm head boy.

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

Fred gave me a spell as to turn him yellow. Want to see?

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