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

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

You all right there, Harry?

Oh, and there's something else as well.

Nope, I reckon he's out there still...

Looks like he's gonna be sick.

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

Hello there, Firenze. See you've met our young Mr. Potter.

A wand? Well, you'll want Ollivanders. There ain't no place better.

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

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

He'll have to be trained up a bit, of course.

Well, that's good, isn't it? He'll be with his own kind.

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

Seemed quite glad to be rid of it, as a matter of fact.

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

I told him. I said, "After Fluffy, a dragon's gonna be no problem."

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

Oh, hello, sorry, don't wish to be rude, but I'm in no fit state to entertain today.

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