It was searching the train for Sirius Black.

Now the moment you've all been waiting for:

Parcel for you, Mr. Weasley.

Excuse me, little girl. This is for the Daily Prophet.

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

For all we know, you could be.

All I ask is for something in return.

The whole lot of them have been in Slytherin for centuries.

Come on, Harry, time for a spot of breakfast.

- For those of you who do not know... - Brilliant.

Whoever it was, they must have been looking for something.

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

For this reason, the Ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule.

- Bit early for mail, isn't it? - But I never get mail.

It was because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you.

If I could only let her out for an hour or two.

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

But, Hagrid, how am I to pay for all this? I haven't any money.

...that Seamus told me that Parvati told Dean that Hagrid was looking for you.

Take Fluffy, for example. Just play him a bit of music and he falls straight to sleep.