You all right there, Harry?

Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.

It was dark times, Harry. Dark times.

- Because there's no post on Sundays? - Right you are, Harry!

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.

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

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

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

But one thing's absolutely certain. Something about you stumped him that night.

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

No, stop, stop, stop! You're going to take someone's eye out.

Troll! In the dungeon!

Thought you ought to know.

Vernon, just look at him! I can't believe it!

What? You? Go to Smeltings?

Don't be so stupid! You're going to go to the state school. Where you belong.

Marge is ill. Ate a funny whelk.

Yours? Who'd be writing to you?

Shoo! Go on.