...prefects will lead their house back to the dormitories.

What's going on here? Go on. Make way, make way.

They got in on pure talent.

- And if I'm ever rude to you again... - I'll know you've gone back to normal.

...two rolls of parchment on the werewolf, with emphasis...

Does that mean, with the Stone gone that is, that Voldemort can never come back?

- Dear, dear... - Now, now, Hagrid. Now, come on.

Dementors aren't supposed to be on the grounds. Dumbledore's furious.

So just keep practicing on your own as best you can.

"Get a move on or all the good ones will have gone."

Harry, it's you that has to go on. I know it.

My sons and daughters do not harm Hagrid on my command.

They were starving him, Mum. There were bars on his window.

At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in.

As an antidote to your ignorance, and on my desk, by Monday morning...

Go on, Ron. I ignored one from my gran once. It was horrible.

Who knows? Why was he trying to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween?

Oh, go on Harry. Quidditch is great. Best game there is, and you'll be great too.

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

At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup.