Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.

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

- I'm Ron Weasley. - Pleasure.

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

It's true then, what they're saying on the train.

This is Crabbe, and Goyle.

And I'm Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy.

Think my name's funny, do you? I've no need to ask yours.

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

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

I can help you there.

Now, before we begin...

The only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten.

Did you see his face?

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

No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find.

Have it your way, then.

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

Welcome to Gryffindor.