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

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

What's going on with Harry's broomstick?

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

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.

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

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

I know you. You're Nearly Headless Nick.

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.

Harry, I know what you're thinking, but don't.

I know what that is. That's an invisibility cloak!

When I call your name, you will come forth.

They're really rare. I wonder who gave it to you.

I think this is gonna be exactly like wizard's chess.

And I have a few last-minute points to award.

The only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten.

Understand? If I see a single broom in the air...