Why suffer an horrific death...

...brew glory and even put a stopper in death.

She's a nightmare, honestly! No wonder she hasn't got any friends.

You all know, of course...

Well, that's good, isn't it? He'll be with his own kind.

...until that time when his own true Heir returned to the school.

All of you wait outside. That's it.

Boys, I think it's time we teach Weasle-Bee how to respect his superiors.

- Of course, you know all about Hogwarts. - Sorry, no.

She said that she'd been in there all afternoon, crying.

...that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students.

- Anything off the trolley, dears? - No, thanks. I'm all set.

You're not dangerous at all, are you, you great ugly brute!

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

That's all right. I felt the same way before my first game.

It's all right, sweetheart. We'll get you out of these cold clothes.

Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day, can you?

You could be great, you know. It's all here, in your head.

No, that's all I need! You to set my bloody kneecups on fire!

All you've got do is walk straight at the wall between platforms 9 and 10.