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

Friendship and bravery. And, Harry, just be careful.

- He's studying dragons there. - Good. You can help Harry, then.

Harry, I don't know who did it, but you'd better come.

Of course. That's why he knew to give you the chocolate, Harry.

- I'm Ron Weasley. - Pleasure.

Your triumphs will earn you points.

At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup.

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

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

When I call your name, you will come forth.

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

Hermione Granger.

Hey, look! Neville's got a Remembrall.

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

Have it your way, then.

Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow.

Turn this stupid fat rat yellow.

But where to put you?

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