- That thing has a name? - Of course he's got a name. He's mine.

It is not in the nature of a dementor to be forgiving.

In just a week, he'll be off to Smeltings.

Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I have found you a Seeker.

Clearly, Hermione knows. Seems a pity not to ask her.

He has sportingly agreed to help with a short demonstration.

And I have a few last-minute points to award.

Finally, it takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies...

I'd guess you have little more than a minute to live.

...gives a student the right to walk about the school at night.

If there really is a Chamber of Secrets, and it has been opened, that means...

For this reason, the Ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule.

- You must be the youngest Quidditch player in... - A century, according to McGonagall.

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

Something's about to burst out of Eloise Midgen, but I don't think it's a swan.

Take Fluffy, for example. Just play him a bit of music and he falls straight to sleep.

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