So I sort of had to make me own way, as it were.

Mind, I haven't seen you since you was a baby, Harry.

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

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

The dementors will be stationed at every entrance to the grounds.

...Hogwarts will, until further notice, play host to the dementors of Azkaban...

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

- Good. And, Dudley, you will be...? - I'll be waiting to open the door.

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

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

But I told him. I said, "The trick with any beast is to know how to calm him."

I have no intention of going to Azkaban.

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

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

Suppose some of them remember he was friendly to them. I suppose.

Well, he wanted to know what sort of creatures I looked after.

But I wasn't the only one that was trying to win them over.

Now, I think, therefore, you have the right to know exactly how he died.

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