Harry, it's you that has to go on. I know it.

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

I would've expected more rational behavior on your part and am very disappointed in you, Ms. Granger.

You?

Thank you.

You know, Hagrid. I know you do.

Who knows? Why was he trying to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween?

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

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

Oh, go on Harry. Quidditch is great. Best game there is, and you'll be great too.

It's about You-Know-What in vault you-know-which.

Can you hear me?

Do you miss your family?

Oh, nice to meet you.

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.

But before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses.

Do you have your feathers? Good.

Your triumphs will earn you points.

Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure?