Look, everyone. Weasley's got himself a Howler.

Look, Potter. You've got yourself a girlfriend.

- Norbert? - Yeah, well, he's gotta have a name, don't he?

I expect there's a cell in Azkaban with your name on it.

We don't even know this Tom Riddle. He sounds like a dirty, rotten snitch.

There was a time detention would find you hanging by your thumbs in the dungeons.

Maybe you don't have to do this all by yourself, mate.

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

Don't move, Potter. I'll get rid of it for you.

It's mad in here. Let's go outside.

The last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened, a Mudblood died.

...gives a student the right to walk about the school at night.

A sorry lot, this, Hagrid.

A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons.

Red hair and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley.

Unless it wasn't a student.

That even though we've got a fight ahead of us...

Third year, he fought off about a hundred Dementors at once.

- And a nice big box for Ron. - Big box for you. And...

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