And now our friends from the north.

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

He's far better off growing up away from all of that.

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

Hagrid, have you combed your hair?

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

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

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

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

You just drink your tea and be off. Oh. Before you do, Ron...

So you can send secret messages to your freaky little friends? No, sir.

- Keep a closer eye on your pet. - I think you owe someone an apology.

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

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

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