So you can send secret messages to your freaky little friends? No, sir.

And now our friends from the north.

Fame is a fickle friend, Harry. Celebrity is as celebrity does.

And I just couldn't leave without telling someone about him.

Suppose some of them remember he was friendly to them. I suppose.

And over there, all your bits and bobs for doing your wizardry.

Here's your ticket. Stick to it, Harry that's very important. Stick to your ticket.

Hagrid, have you combed your hair?

They're goblins, Harry. Clever as they come goblins but not the most friendly of beasts.

Oh, um, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone at Hogwarts about that.

Well there's your money, Harry. Gringotts, the wizard bank.

You just drink your tea and be off. Oh. Before you do, Ron...

It's not every day that your young man turns 11, now is it?

If that dolt of a cousin of yours, Dudley, gives you any grief...

- Keep a closer eye on your pet. - I think you owe someone an apology.

Well, he'll be wanting to see me. Now, uh, your train leaves in 10 minutes.

No? Blimey, Harry, didn't you ever wonder where your mum and dad learned it all?

Harry, This is Professor Quirrell. He will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts.