...and you will not mess it up.

They'd know it was me, and then Dumbledore...

- And a drunk too, no doubt? - That's a lie.

And a thumping good one, I'd wager, once you're trained up little.

- Good. And, Dudley, you will be...? - I'll be waiting to open the door.

I demand that you leave at once, Sir! You are breaking and entering!

Oh, and I suppose a great Muggle like yourself's going to stop him, are you?

He's far better off growing up away from all of that.

Non-magic folk. This boy's had his name down ever since he were born.

Never insult Albus Dumbledore...

Oh, um, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone at Hogwarts about that.

Ooh, We're a bit behind schedule. Best be off.

Unless you'd rather stay, of course.

They don't mean a penguin, do they?

Right, then. First years, this way, please!

Harry, This is Professor Quirrell. He will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts.

It was dark times, Harry. Dark times.

A mark like that only comes from being touched by a curse, and an evil curse at that.

Nope, I reckon he's out there still...

But one thing's absolutely certain. Something about you stumped him that night.