It's not true, sir. I swear. I never touched Mrs. Norris.

What's going on here? Go on. Make way, make way.

...two rolls of parchment on the werewolf, with emphasis...

They got in on pure talent.

Dementors aren't supposed to be on the grounds. Dumbledore's furious.

So just keep practicing on your own as best you can.

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

"Get a move on or all the good ones will have gone."

Harry, it's you that has to go on. I know it.

My sons and daughters do not harm Hagrid on my command.

They were starving him, Mum. There were bars on his window.

At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in.

As an antidote to your ignorance, and on my desk, by Monday morning...

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

Who knows? Why was he trying to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween?

Oh, go on Harry. Quidditch is great. Best game there is, and you'll be great too.

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