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

For your information, Potter...

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

Yours? Who'd be writing to you?

- Hurry up! Bring my coffee, boy. - Yes, Uncle Vernon.

He's far better off growing up away from all of that.

And a thumping good one, I'd wager, once you're trained up little.

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

And then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up! And we got landed with you.

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

There was a time detention would find you hanging by your thumbs in the dungeons.

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