Train's leaving. Go on. Come on, hurry up.

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

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

- Dear, dear... - Now, now, Hagrid. Now, come on.

Don't move, Potter. I'll get rid of it for you.

Come on, Hermione. They're here because they think I'm some freak.

A sorry lot, this, Hagrid.

Unless it wasn't a student.

Go on, Ron. I ignored one from my gran once. It was horrible.

The last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened, a Mudblood died.

I read about it in Hogwarts: A History.

- Have a tea, if you like. - No, Hagrid.

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

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

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

There was a time detention would find you hanging by your thumbs in the dungeons.

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

So it's only a matter of time before one of them is killed this time.

Hogwarts teacher or not, I know a spell when I see one. I've read all about them.