Will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban, correct.

- Yes, Harry! - Knew you wouldn't die. Lose a leg.

Nobody was there the night Cedric died.

...between the one they hunt and the one who gets in their way.

What's going on here? Go on. Make way, make way.

Now, I think, therefore, you have the right to know exactly how he died.

To perform them in a classroom... I mean, did you see Neville's face?

What's got your wand in a knot?

In the lounge, waiting to welcome them graciously to our home.

And Slytherin will help you on the way to greatnesses, no doubt about that.

Mr. Malfoy, stop making such a fuss. You can go. Out of my way.

Right, then. First years, this way, please!

You're meddling in things that ought not to be meddled in. It's dangerous.

Why do they have to travel in packs?

And a thirst to prove yourself.

Harry, you've seen the way that bloodthirsty beast of hers...

Troll! In the dungeon!

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

No way. The old codger can see out the back of his head.

He will not be going there! We swore when we took him in we'd put a stop to all this rubbish.