- Ow! You stood on my foot! - Sorry.

...when you can join me and live?

Go on. On with you. On with you now. Oh, listen, Harry.

Come on! Come! Come look, it's my parents!

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

You won't make a fool of yourself. It's in your blood.

You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort.

Oh, go on, Harry! If Snape could catch it on that old broomstick, you can.

Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad.

You don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't you see what it was standing on?

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

You heard. Right. Come on, now, I'm a bit preoccupied today.

Harry, it's you that has to go on. I know it.

- That way, one of you might be on time. - We got lost.

Blown up? You told me my parents died in a car crash.

Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?

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

And Slytherin will help you on the way to greatnesses, no doubt about that.

I would've expected more rational behavior on your part and am very disappointed in you, Ms. Granger.