Use the boy.

- That thing has a name? - Of course he's got a name. He's mine.

You're the boy who lived.

You catch this, the game's over.

Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch.

I'm warning you now, boy.

- What happened to the Stone? - Relax, dear boy.

A little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you.

We do not speak his name.

As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite.

- Here he comes, the birthday boy. - Happy birthday, son.

I knew the name sound familiar. I read it on the train that day.

After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named...

"For the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon blood...

When I call your name, you will come forth.

- Hurry up! Bring my coffee, boy. - Yes, Uncle Vernon.

- His name was V... - Maybe if you wrote it down?

That's why you're famous. That's why everybody knows your name.

- Norbert? - Yeah, well, he's gotta have a name, don't he?

There was no name. It just said, "Use it well."