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

Go on, Ron. I ignored one from my gran once. It was horrible.

Hey! Where are you going?

It's mad in here. Let's go outside.

- Dear, dear... - Now, now, Hagrid. Now, come on.

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

I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head...

You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort.

But in the end, only one will go down in history.

So could you please put them on, right away? Quickly.

My sons and daughters do not harm Hagrid on my command.

Come on, Hermione. They're here because they think I'm some freak.

I expect there's a cell in Azkaban with your name on it.

I think he's got a bit more than friendship on his mind.

This term, we'll focus on Tasseomancy, the art of reading tea leaves.

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

Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?

- Mummy, have you seen my jumper? - Yes, dear, it was on the cat.

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

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