They got in on pure talent.

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

Come on, Harry, time for a spot of breakfast.

Come on.

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

They include being given the power of shape-shifting...

It was you from the beginning. You put my name in the Goblet of Fire.

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

They think he opened the Chamber of Secrets. Like before.

Or Fever Fudge. They give you massive, pus-filled boils...

- Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans? - They mean every flavor.

Now, the Chasers handle the Quaffle and try to put it through one of those three hoops.

...between the one they hunt and the one who gets in their way.

Whoever it was, they must have been looking for something.

That's insulting! It's as if they don't trust us! Dumbledore again!

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

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.

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

As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite.