I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head...

Come on, don't be shy. Come on.

Go on, Ron. I ignored one from my gran once. It was horrible.

No, that's all I need! You to set my bloody kneecups on fire!

What's going on with Harry's broomstick?

So could you please put them on, right away? Quickly.

Argus, I...

Not on its own. Trolls are really stupid. Probably people playing jokes.

...I heard something.

You, on the other hand, have no business wandering the corridors at night.

Nothing, I repeat, nothing...

Oh, good God, man, you're not still on about that bloody dragon, are you?

I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.

I mean, do you really have the...?

I know you. You're Nearly Headless Nick.

Your father and I are so proud.

That's wizard's chess. I see you've packed.

Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse.

When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard.

- I mean, you actually fainted? - Shove off, Malfoy.