Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.

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

And a thirst to prove yourself.

Thought you ought to know.

What? You? Go to Smeltings?

But where to put you?

You heard. Right. Come on, now, I'm a bit preoccupied today.

Yours? Who'd be writing to you?

Don't be so stupid! You're going to go to the state school. Where you belong.

...to Neville Longbottom.

Oh, and I suppose a great Muggle like yourself's going to stop him, are you?

You could be great, you know. It's all here, in your head.

A mark like that only comes from being touched by a curse, and an evil curse at that.

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

But I told him. I said, "The trick with any beast is to know how to calm him."

Yes, well, must be going now. Lots to buy.

Mind, I haven't seen you since you was a baby, Harry.

When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard.

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

No, stop, stop, stop! You're going to take someone's eye out.