...and forget to live.

The only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten.

Harry Potter. Can't tell you how pleased I am to meet you.

Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day, can you?

- He's going to sacrifice himself. - No, you can't! there must be another way!

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

Doris Crockford, Mr Potter. I can't believe I'm meeting you at last.

Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse.

What happened to V...? To You-Know-Who?

What? You? Go to Smeltings?

But where to put you?

Oh, nice to meet you.

...you don't think he'll try to kill you, do you?

Yours? Who'd be writing to you?

Could you tell me how to...?

...will be awarded to each of you...

I mean, do you talk to people often?

Now would you go back to your dormitories? Quietly.

...Professor Quirrell couldn't bear to have you touch him?

"Dear Mr. Potter, We are pleased to inform you...