I won it. Off a stranger I met down at the pub.

Friendship and bravery. And, Harry, just be careful.

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

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

He's been recruiting heavily, and we've been attempting to do the same.

When you fell, your broom sort of blew into the Whomping Willow, and...

...between the one they hunt and the one who gets in their way.

What that dog is guarding is strictly between Prof. Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel.

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

- And if I'm ever rude to you again... - I'll know you've gone back to normal.

If there really is a Chamber of Secrets, and it has been opened, that means...

He received an urgent owl from the Ministry of Magic and left immediately for London.

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

Your triumphs will earn you points.

At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup.

When I call your name, you will come forth.

Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it.

Is he all right?

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

Excuse me. Do you mind? Everywhere else is full.