Here's your ticket. Stick to it, Harry that's very important. Stick to your ticket.

It's not every day that your young man turns 11, now is it?

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

It's about You-Know-What in vault you-know-which.

Well, he'll be wanting to see me. Now, uh, your train leaves in 10 minutes.

And over there, all your bits and bobs for doing your wizardry.

No? Blimey, Harry, didn't you ever wonder where your mum and dad learned it all?

...in front of me.

- And did he seem interested in Fluffy? - Well, of course he was interested in Fluffy.

Well there's your money, Harry. Gringotts, the wizard bank.

My brother Charlie works with these in Romania.

No, I can't spell it.

If that dolt of a cousin of yours, Dudley, gives you any grief...

Dumbledore sent him off to Romania to live in a colony.

It was dark times, Harry. Dark times.

- Hagrid, what exactly is that? - That? It's...

In my opinion, best day of the week. Why is that, Dudley?

Oh, Wait a minute. Got it here somewhere.

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

Vernon, just look at him! I can't believe it!