Yours? Who'd be writing to you?

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

It's not real, the ceiling. It's just bewitched to look like the night sky.

There's something you've got to see. Now, come on!

...will be awarded to each of you...

You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking.

Feels strange to be going home, doesn't it?

In just a week, he'll be off to Smeltings.

He'll have to be trained up a bit, of course.

...but not use it, would be able to get it.

Don't be so stupid! You're going to go to the state school. Where you belong.

"Believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches unknown...

Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it.

That is why tomorrow it will be moved to a new home.

This is what you'll going to be wearing, when I finish dyeing it.

Be that as it may, it was an extremely foolish thing to do.

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

- You must be the youngest Quidditch player in... - A century, according to McGonagall.

- He's going to sacrifice himself. - No, you can't! there must be another way!

He will not be going there! We swore when we took him in we'd put a stop to all this rubbish.