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

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

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

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

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

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

...l just hope you realize how fortunate you are.

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

I can help you there.

Did you see his face?

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

You see, honorable as your intentions were, you too were out of bed after hours.

Excuse me, professor, perhaps I heard you wrong.

I thought you said the four of us.

When I call your name, you will come forth.

You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort.

- That was bloody brilliant! - Thank you for that assessment, Mr Weasley.

Think my name's funny, do you? I've no need to ask yours.

Red hair and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley.

There was a time detention would find you hanging by your thumbs in the dungeons.