He lived a thousand years ago.

Some of them go bad. A few years ago...

Brutal, But no one's died in years. Someone will vanishes occasionally.

Take Fluffy, for example. Just play him a bit of music and he falls straight to sleep.

Fourteen years ago, he had huge numbers at his command.

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

In just a week, he'll be off to Smeltings.

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

It is not in the nature of a dementor to be forgiving.

Excuse me, little girl. This is for the Daily Prophet.

- You must be the youngest Quidditch player in... - A century, according to McGonagall.

Now, in a few moments, you'll pass through these doors and join your classmates.

And in his mind...

How often do you come across a three-headed dog, even if you're in the trade?

You're meddling in things that ought not to be meddled in. It's dangerous.

They got in on pure talent.

Something that, conveniently enough, lies in your pocket.

All I ask is for something in return.

...in Slytherin's view, were unworthy to study magic.

That's not just a broomstick, Harry, it's a Nimbus 2000!