I'm not hungry.

Not all wizards are good.

Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure?

No, no, definitely not. No matter.

I'm afraid Professor Dumbledore is not here.

All I ask is for something in return.

To Miss Hermione Granger, for the cool use of intellect...

That's not just a broomstick, Harry, it's a Nimbus 2000!

Clearly, Hermione knows. Seems a pity not to ask her.

- He's not Fred, I am. - Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother?

- Bit early for mail, isn't it? - But I never get mail.

It was because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you.

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

But Hagrid, we're not allowed to do magic away from Hogwarts. You know that.

As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite.

But, Hagrid, how am I to pay for all this? I haven't any money.

He received an urgent owl from the Ministry of Magic and left immediately for London.

Hogwarts teacher or not, I know a spell when I see one. I've read all about them.

Take Fluffy, for example. Just play him a bit of music and he falls straight to sleep.

At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup.