Right. Let's go.

...with a nice pair of ears to go with that tail of his.

Now, before we begin...

What? You? Go to Smeltings?

Where are you going? Wait!

Oh, and I suppose a great Muggle like yourself's going to stop him, are you?

Sorry, Harry, I'm gonna have to leave you. Dumbledore will be wanting his...

So, it's our job to go and find the poor beast.

Harry, This is Professor Quirrell. He will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts.

- Crikey. I'd love a dragon. - You'd like a dragon?

A car crash? A car crash killed Lily and James Potter?

- That thing has a name? - Of course he's got a name. He's mine.

Oh, for God's sake, pull yourself together, man. You're going into the Forest, after all.

Codswallop. Professor Snape is a Hogwarts teacher.

They don't mean a penguin, do they?

A mark like that only comes from being touched by a curse, and an evil curse at that.

Mr. Harry Potter wishes to make a withdrawal.

Oh, Wait a minute. Got it here somewhere.

Fine. Just so you know, he's a bloody coward.

Ooh, We're a bit behind schedule. Best be off.