Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see, then.

Oh, go on, you have it, then, you dozy dog.

- He's studying dragons there. - Good. You can help Harry, then.

If you put another toe out of line...

- Have a tea, if you like. - No, Hagrid.

Waste of bloody time, if you ask me.

Right, then. This way to the boats. Come on, now, follow me.

I guess you should read the Prophet, then, like your stupid mother.

Good luck today, Potter. Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll.

That's insulting! It's as if they don't trust us! Dumbledore again!

If I could only let her out for an hour or two.

...I was wondering if you could tell us about the Chamber of Secrets.

If Harry and Ron hadn't come and found me, I'd probably be dead.

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

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?

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

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