It was dark times, Harry. Dark times.

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

You're the boy who lived.

Ha! Here's the little devil.

Snape is one of the teachers protecting the Stone. He's not about to steal it.

The stranger, though, You and he must have talked.

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

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

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

I won it. Off a stranger I met down at the pub.

Second, to Mr. Ronald Weasley, for the best-played game of chess...

Right, then. This way to the boats. Come on, now, follow me.

...he'll be under the finest headmaster that Hogwarts has ever seen, Albus Dumbledore.

But you're a bit more along than I would have expected. Particularly 'round the middle.

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

They're goblins, Harry. Clever as they come goblins but not the most friendly of beasts.

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

You know, Hagrid. I know you do.

No, I can't spell it.

- All right, Voldemort. - Voldemort?