...here's what I want you to do. Excuse me.

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

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

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.

And I have a few last-minute points to award.

Unless it wasn't a student.

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

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

- That's a boggart, that is. - Very good, Mr. Thomas.

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

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

And I'm Malfoy.

Fred gave me a spell as to turn him yellow. Want to see?

That's unicorn blood, that is. I found one dead a few weeks ago.

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

This is Crabbe, and Goyle.

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

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

Your father and I are so proud.