I will be writing to your families tonight, and you will both receive detention.

If you'll excuse me, I need to have a little word with the driver.

...I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward.

Come on. We'll have a cup of tea. I want to show you something.

But I've never even played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself?

Where, Mr Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?

I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to go to the ball with me.

This is it, Ron. I think this is the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.

Something's about to burst out of Eloise Midgen, but I don't think it's a swan.

But you're a bit more along than I would have expected. Particularly 'round the middle.

I knew you were a danger to me right from the off. Especially after Halloween.

I never saw any part of the castle but the box in which Hagrid kept me.

Because I don't want to play anymore. All it does is make you care too much.

I reckon you have to be barking mad to put your own name in the Goblet of Fire.