For your information, Potter...

Harry Potter. Can't tell you how pleased I am to meet you.

...asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so

The very first time I saw you, Harry, I recognized you immediately.

And now, as I understand it, the house cup needs awarding.

Troll! In the dungeon!

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

Good luck today, Potter. Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll.

As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite.

- What is this magic? - Fool, get the Stone!

My dad didn't strut. And nor do I.

To Miss Hermione Granger, for the cool use of intellect...

- Well, what it is... - It's my fault, Professor McGonagall.

Not many first-year students could take on a full grown mountain troll...

I'm not hungry.

A little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you.

That's insulting! It's as if they don't trust us! Dumbledore again!

- 50?! - Each.

Dad?

...up to something.