What's going on here? Go on. Make way, make way.

So just keep practicing on your own as best you can.

Come on, Harry, time for a spot of breakfast.

As an antidote to your ignorance, and on my desk, by Monday morning...

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

You know, Hagrid. I know you do.

At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in.

Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, "Up."

Parcel for you, Mr. Weasley.

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

- I don't know what you mean. - You know perfectly well what I mean.

Your triumphs will earn you points.

You can't take Professor Dumbledore away.

Do you have your feathers? Good.

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

It was you from the beginning. You put my name in the Goblet of Fire.

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

I'll bet Dumbledore saw right through you.

Well, there's something you don't see every day.

What happened to V...? To You-Know-Who?