Ron, you don't suppose this is going to be like...

Oh, now, now, now. This is what we're going to do...

To Miss Hermione Granger, for the cool use of intellect...

This is what you'll going to be wearing, when I finish dyeing it.

Neville, I'm really really sorry about this. Petrificus Totalus.

Change of plans. My parents decided to go to Romania to visit my brother, Charlie.

- Strickly speaking, I'm not allowed to do magic. - Okay.

This is the most direct path to the dormitories.

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

No, stop, stop, stop! You're going to take someone's eye out.

I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor.

So, it's our job to go and find the poor beast.

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

The only thing I want you to worry about is this.

What're we going to do? There must be a thousand keys up there.

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

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