Here, listen. She just won't let me in.

Come on, don't be shy. Come on.

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

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

What's going on with Harry's broomstick?

You, on the other hand, have no business wandering the corridors at night.

In fact, I'm going to have to do the same to you.

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

Secure the castle, Mr. Filch. The rest of you, to the Great Hall.

The werewolf only responds to the call of its own kind.

Queen to e5.

...to Neville Longbottom.

Knight to h3.

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

So could you please put them on, right away? Quickly.

You have got to start standing up to people, Neville.

Not on its own. Trolls are really stupid. Probably people playing jokes.

...prefects will lead their house back to the dormitories.

It's not real, the ceiling. It's just bewitched to look like the night sky.

Thought you ought to know.