Come on!

Train's leaving. Go on. Come on, hurry up.

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

Red hair and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley.

What's going on with Harry's broomstick?

It's true then, what they're saying on the train.

You've got dirt on your nose, by the way. Did you know?

Not on its own. Trolls are really stupid. Probably people playing jokes.

No, that's all I need! You to set my bloody kneecups on fire!

...that the third-floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds...

I knew the name sound familiar. I read it on the train that day.

Oh, good God, man, you're not still on about that bloody dragon, are you?

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

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