Don't be so stupid! You're going to go to the state school. Where you belong.

Don't you, Norbert?

Well, he'll be wanting to see me. Now, uh, your train leaves in 10 minutes.

He'll not be going.

Mum! Mummy! Help me!

Yours? Who'd be writing to you?

They don't mean a penguin, do they?

Me dad's a Muggle. Mum's a witch.

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

9 3/4? Think you're being funny, do ya?

Yes, well, must be going now. Lots to buy.

You could be great, you know. It's all here, in your head.

You're meddling in things that ought not to be meddled in. It's dangerous.

...and I knew you would be the same. Just as strange, just as abnormal.

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

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

He will not be going there! We swore when we took him in we'd put a stop to all this rubbish.