Oh, now, now, now. This is what we're going to do...

It's all right, sweetheart. We'll get you out of these cold clothes.

...he'll be under the finest headmaster that Hogwarts has ever seen, Albus Dumbledore.

- I'm Ron Weasley. - Pleasure.

They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff...

Now, while you're here, your house will be like your family.

Your triumphs will earn you points.

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

Sorry.

This is Crabbe, and Goyle.

And I'm Malfoy.

Think my name's funny, do you? I've no need to ask yours.

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

I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.

It's not real, the ceiling. It's just bewitched to look like the night sky.

...that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students.

The only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten.

Up.

Understand? If I see a single broom in the air...

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