Rescuing you, of course. Now, come on, get your trunk.

Come on, let's get them.

Right on your left Madam.

Everybody come together. Boys, on your feet!

And your father, James, on the other hand...

Come on, Ron! Your mother says breakfast's ready!

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

And tomorrow you'll be on your way back to Hogwarts.

So come on, then, Nigel. Give it your best shot.

So just keep practicing on your own as best you can.

"Get a move on or all the good ones will have gone."

I expect there's a cell in Azkaban with your name on it.

But for now, at least, it looks like you're on your own.

How are you supposed to get one on their own to ask them?

As an antidote to your ignorance, and on my desk, by Monday morning...

Who knows? Why was he trying to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween?

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

Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, "Up."

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