For your information, Potter...

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

Yours? Who'd be writing to you?

You're just flourishing your wand too much. Try it like this. Expelliarmus.

Too right, you will.

And extend your arm.

You could be great, you know. It's all here, in your head.

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

There was a time detention would find you hanging by your thumbs in the dungeons.

- And a drunk too, no doubt? - That's a lie.

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

And in first place...

And then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up! And we got landed with you.

Your father and I are so proud.

This is Crabbe, and Goyle.

And a thirst to prove yourself.

...for pure nerve and outstanding courage...

- It's so good to see you. - It's great to see you too.

May I have your arm?

- Don't talk about my mother. - I'll have a go at anyone calling me a liar.