Come on!

Train's leaving. Go on. Come on, hurry up.

Come on, Hermione!

You do it then, if you're so clever. Go on, go on.

- Come on, Harry. - One minute.

Look in properly. Go on, stand there.

- Ow! You stood on my foot! - Sorry.

Take a bit of toast, mate. Go on.

That's what Fluffy's guarding on the 3rd floor.

I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head...

...and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicholas Flamel"!

You've got dirt on your nose, by the way. Did you know?

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

I knew the name sound familiar. I read it on the train that day.

Oh, good God, man, you're not still on about that bloody dragon, are you?

He's going to go and look in the library for information on Nicholas Flamel.

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

Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, "Up."

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.