Go on. On with you. On with you now. Oh, listen, Harry.

Look at you, playing with your cards. Pathetic!

I mean, how many people wander around with dragon eggs in their pockets?

You will join your classmates in detention.

It's about You-Know-What in vault you-know-which.

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

I know you're in there. You can't hide.

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

- Then you let the troll in! - Very good, Potter, yes.

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

...before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed.

Didn't think your mum and dad will leave you with nothing, now did ya?

You won't make a fool of yourself. It's in your blood.

Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in...

Blown up? You told me my parents died in a car crash.

- You must be the youngest Quidditch player in... - A century, according to McGonagall.

Who did this? How did you get in there? ls there a snake?

What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret.

How often do you come across a three-headed dog, even if you're in the trade?

I would've expected more rational behavior on your part and am very disappointed in you, Ms. Granger.