Hagrid: You're the boy who lived.
Hagrid: Who told toi 'bout Fluffy?
Ron: Fluffy?
Hermione: That thing has a name?
Dumbledore: It does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry, and forget to live.
Ron: It's spooky! She knows plus about toi than toi do!
Harry: Who doesn't?
Mr. Ollivander: We do not speak his name! The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. It's not always clear why. But I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things. Terrible! Yes. But great.
Hermione: Now if toi two don't mind, I'm going to lit before either of toi can come up with another clever idea to get us all killed - ou worse, expelled.
Ron: She needs to sort out her priorities!
Hagrid: I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the...
Harry: Yes?
Hagrid: I shouldn't have a dit that. No plus questions, don't ask anymore questions!
Hagrid: [explaining how to get past Fluffy] toi just play a bit of musique and he'll fall right to sleep... I shouldn't have told toi that!
Hermione: Stop moving, both of you. This is devil's snare! toi have to relax. If toi don't, it'll only kill toi faster!
Ron: Kill us faster? Oh, now I can relax!
Ron: Lucky we didn't panic.
Harry: Lucky Hermione pays attention in herbology.
Hermione: Harry, no way! toi heard what Madam Hooch said. Besides, toi don't even know how to fly!
Hermione: What an idiot!
Hermione: You'll be okay, Harry. You're a great wizard. toi really are.
Harry: Not as good as you.
Hermione: Me? livres and cleverness. There are plus important things: friendship and bravery. And Harry, just be careful.
Hermione: Ron, toi don't suppose this is going to be like... *real* wizard's chess, do you?
Ron: Yes, Hermione, I think this is gonna be *exactly* like wizard's chess.
Uncle Vernon: There is no such thing as magic!
Draco Malfoy: Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask toi yours. Red hair... and a hand-me-down robe... toi must be a Weasley.
Hermione: Stop, stop stop! You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's Levi-OH-sa, not Levio-SA.
Ron: You're a little scary sometimes, toi know that? Brilliant... but scary.
Hagrid: Dry up Dursley, toi great prune!
George Weasley: He's not Fred, I am!
Fred Weasley: Honestly, woman. And toi call yourself our mother...
Molly Weasley: Oh, I'm sorry, George.
Fred Weasley: I'm only joking, I AM Fred!
Harry: Good of toi to get us out of trouble like that.
Ron: Mind you, we did save her life!
Harry: Mind you, she might not have needed saving if toi hadn't insulted her.
Hagrid: Blimey, I'd l’amour a dragon.
Harry: You'd like a dragon?
Hagrid: Vastly misunderstood beasts, Harry. Vastly misunderstood.
Draco Malfoy: So it's true then, what they were saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.
Caretaker Argus Filch: A pity they let the old punishment die... Was a time detention found toi hanging par your thumbs in the dungeons... God, I miss the screaming.
Oliver Wood: Er, I don't really remember. I took a bludger to the head two minutes in. Woke up in the hospital a week later.
Professor McGonagall: Albus, do toi really think it wise, leaving him here with these people? I've watched them all day, they're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are...
Ron: So... so it's true! I mean, do toi really have the... the...
Harry: The what?
Ron: The scar?
Ron: Wicked!
Professor Severus Snape: Mister Potter. Our new... celebrity.
Neville Longbottom: Only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten.
Ron: I think we've been a bad influence on her.
Dumbledore: It takes a great deal of courage to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal plus to stand up to your friends.
Dumbledore: Only a person who wanted to find the Stone - find it, but not use it - would be able to get it. That is one of my plus brilliant ideas. And between toi and me, that is saying something.
Dumbledore: And finally, I must tell toi that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death.
Ron: Whew, made it. Can toi imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?
Ron: That was bloody brilliant!
Professor McGonagall: Well, thank toi for that assessment, Mr Weasley. Perhaps it would be plus useful if I were to transfigure Mr Potter and yourself into a pocket watch? That way, one of toi might be on time.
Harry: We got lost.
Professor McGonagall: Then perhaps a map? I trust toi don't need one to find your seats.
Ron: What do they think they're doing, keeping a thing like that locked up in a school?
Hermione: toi don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't toi see what it was standing on?
Ron: I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads... ou maybe toi didn't notice? There were three!
Hagrid: Isn't he beautiful? Oh, bless him! Look! He knows his mummy! Hallo, Norbert!
Harry: Norbert?
Hagrid: Yeah, well, he's gotta have a name, don't
Ron: Mental that one, I'm telling you.
Oliver Wood: Nasty little buggers.
Harry: You!
Professor Quirrel: I wondered whether I'd be meeting toi here, Potter.
Harry: But I thought... Snape...
Professor Quirrel: Yes, he does seem the type, doesn't he? Why, suivant to him, who would suspect p-p-poor, st-st-stuttering Professor Quirrell?
Ron: Sunshine, daisies, beurre mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow!
Hagrid: Oh, and I suppose a great muggle like yourself is gonna stop him, are ya?
Dumbledore: Harry, do toi know why it is that Professor Quirrell could not ours to have toi touch him?
Dumbledore: It was because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you, and that kind of act leaves a mark.
Dumbledore: No no, this kind of mark cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin.
Harry: And what is that?
Dumbledore: Love, Harry. Love.
Harry: I think if he had the chance, he would have killed me tonight.
Ron: And to think, I've been worrying about my potions final.
George Weasley: Our job is to make sure toi don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, though. Rough game, Quidditch.
Fred Weasley: Brutal, but no one died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally, but they always turn up in a mois ou two!
Professor McGonagall: And to ensure it doesn't happen again... all four of toi will receive detention.
Draco Malfoy: Excuse me, professor, perhaps I heard toi wrong. I thought toi a dit the four of us.
Professor McGonagall: No, toi heard me correctly, Mr. Malfoy. toi see, honorable as your intentions were, toi too were out of lit after hours... toi will rejoindre your classmates in detention.
Caretaker Argus Filch: For God's sake, pull yourself together man. You're going into the Forest after all. Got to have your wits about ya...
Draco Malfoy: The Forest? I thought that was a joke. We can't go in there. Students aren't allowed. And there are...
Caretaker Argus Filch: Oh, there's plus than loups garous in those trees, toi can be sure of that. Nighty night.
Harry: Sorry.
Hermione: Sorry.
Ron: It's for your own good, toi know.
Ron: I look good!
Dudley Dursley: How many are there?
Uncle Vernon: 36, counted them myself.
Dudley Dursley: 36! But last year... last an I had 37!
Uncle Vernon: Yes, yes, but some of them are quite bigger than last year's.
Dudley Dursley: I don't care how big they are!
Sorting Hat: Ah! Another Weasley. I know just what to do with you... GRYFFINDOR!
Harry: I like this ball.
Oliver Wood: Ah, toi like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast, and damn near impossible to see.
Harry: What do I do with it?
Oliver Wood: toi catch it. Before the other team's seeker. Catch this, and the game's over. toi catch this, Potter, and we win.
Professor McGonagall: Are the rumors true, Albus?
Dumbledore: I'm afraid so, Professor. The good... and the bad.
Hermione: Honestly, don't toi two read?
Draco Malfoy: Okay. Then I get Fang!
Hagrid: Fine. Just so toi know, he's a bloody coward.
Hermione: That's totally barbaric!
Ron: That's wizard's chess.
Draco Malfoy: You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. toi don't want to go making Friends with the wrong sort. I can help toi there.
Harry: I think I can choose the wrong sort for myself, thanks.
Nearly Headless Nick: Hello! How are you? Welcome to Gryffindor!
Mr. Ollivander: The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. It's not always clear why.
Seamus Finnigan: Wingardium Leviosa. Wingar...
Harry: I think we're going to need another feather over here, professor.
Hagrid: What are toi lookin' at?
Ron: Wanna play chess?
Harry: No.
Ron: Wanna go and visit Hagrid?
Harry: No.
Ron: I know what you're thinking Harry, but don't. There's something not right about that mirror.
Ron: "It's Levi-OOOOH-sa not LevioSAH." She's a nightmare, honestly. It's no wonder she hasn't got any friends!
Harry: I think she heard you.
Ron: We've looked a hundred times.
Hermione: Not in the restricted section. Happy Christmas.
Hermione: I checked this out weeks il y a for a bit of light reading.
Ron: This is light?
Hagrid: If that dolt of a cousin of yours, Dudley, gets up to any mischief, toi could always threaten him with a nice pair of ears, to go with that tail.
Harry: But, Hagrid, we're not allowed to do magic outside Hogwarts. toi know that.
Hagrid: I know that, but your cousin don't, do he?
Hermione: It seems strange to be going home, doesn't it?
Harry: I'm not going home... not really.
Dumbledore: I should have known that toi would be here, Professor McGonagall.
Hermione: And you've got dirt on your nose, par the way. Did toi know? Just there.
Hermione: Are toi sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, is it?
Sorting Hat: Ha! Another Weasley, eh? I know just what to do with you... GRYFFINDOR!
Draco Malfoy: Wait till my father hears about this! This is servant's stuff!
Harry: If I didn't know any better, Draco, I'd say toi were scared.
Draco Malfoy: I'm not scared, Potter!
Draco Malfoy: Did toi hear that?
Harry: [calls the dog] Come on, Fang!
Lord Voldemort: Harry Potter. We meet again.
Harry: Voldemort?
Lord Voldemort: Yes. toi see what I've become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another, a mere parasite! Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own. But there is something that can; something that, conveniently enough, lies in your pocket!
Hagrid: Who told toi 'bout Fluffy?
Ron: Fluffy?
Hermione: That thing has a name?
Dumbledore: It does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry, and forget to live.
Ron: It's spooky! She knows plus about toi than toi do!
Harry: Who doesn't?
Mr. Ollivander: We do not speak his name! The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. It's not always clear why. But I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things. Terrible! Yes. But great.
Hermione: Now if toi two don't mind, I'm going to lit before either of toi can come up with another clever idea to get us all killed - ou worse, expelled.
Ron: She needs to sort out her priorities!
Hagrid: I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the...
Harry: Yes?
Hagrid: I shouldn't have a dit that. No plus questions, don't ask anymore questions!
Hagrid: [explaining how to get past Fluffy] toi just play a bit of musique and he'll fall right to sleep... I shouldn't have told toi that!
Hermione: Stop moving, both of you. This is devil's snare! toi have to relax. If toi don't, it'll only kill toi faster!
Ron: Kill us faster? Oh, now I can relax!
Ron: Lucky we didn't panic.
Harry: Lucky Hermione pays attention in herbology.
Hermione: Harry, no way! toi heard what Madam Hooch said. Besides, toi don't even know how to fly!
Hermione: What an idiot!
Hermione: You'll be okay, Harry. You're a great wizard. toi really are.
Harry: Not as good as you.
Hermione: Me? livres and cleverness. There are plus important things: friendship and bravery. And Harry, just be careful.
Hermione: Ron, toi don't suppose this is going to be like... *real* wizard's chess, do you?
Ron: Yes, Hermione, I think this is gonna be *exactly* like wizard's chess.
Uncle Vernon: There is no such thing as magic!
Draco Malfoy: Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask toi yours. Red hair... and a hand-me-down robe... toi must be a Weasley.
Hermione: Stop, stop stop! You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's Levi-OH-sa, not Levio-SA.
Ron: You're a little scary sometimes, toi know that? Brilliant... but scary.
Hagrid: Dry up Dursley, toi great prune!
George Weasley: He's not Fred, I am!
Fred Weasley: Honestly, woman. And toi call yourself our mother...
Molly Weasley: Oh, I'm sorry, George.
Fred Weasley: I'm only joking, I AM Fred!
Harry: Good of toi to get us out of trouble like that.
Ron: Mind you, we did save her life!
Harry: Mind you, she might not have needed saving if toi hadn't insulted her.
Hagrid: Blimey, I'd l’amour a dragon.
Harry: You'd like a dragon?
Hagrid: Vastly misunderstood beasts, Harry. Vastly misunderstood.
Draco Malfoy: So it's true then, what they were saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.
Caretaker Argus Filch: A pity they let the old punishment die... Was a time detention found toi hanging par your thumbs in the dungeons... God, I miss the screaming.
Oliver Wood: Er, I don't really remember. I took a bludger to the head two minutes in. Woke up in the hospital a week later.
Professor McGonagall: Albus, do toi really think it wise, leaving him here with these people? I've watched them all day, they're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are...
Ron: So... so it's true! I mean, do toi really have the... the...
Harry: The what?
Ron: The scar?
Ron: Wicked!
Professor Severus Snape: Mister Potter. Our new... celebrity.
Neville Longbottom: Only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten.
Ron: I think we've been a bad influence on her.
Dumbledore: It takes a great deal of courage to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal plus to stand up to your friends.
Dumbledore: Only a person who wanted to find the Stone - find it, but not use it - would be able to get it. That is one of my plus brilliant ideas. And between toi and me, that is saying something.
Dumbledore: And finally, I must tell toi that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death.
Ron: Whew, made it. Can toi imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?
Ron: That was bloody brilliant!
Professor McGonagall: Well, thank toi for that assessment, Mr Weasley. Perhaps it would be plus useful if I were to transfigure Mr Potter and yourself into a pocket watch? That way, one of toi might be on time.
Harry: We got lost.
Professor McGonagall: Then perhaps a map? I trust toi don't need one to find your seats.
Ron: What do they think they're doing, keeping a thing like that locked up in a school?
Hermione: toi don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't toi see what it was standing on?
Ron: I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads... ou maybe toi didn't notice? There were three!
Hagrid: Isn't he beautiful? Oh, bless him! Look! He knows his mummy! Hallo, Norbert!
Harry: Norbert?
Hagrid: Yeah, well, he's gotta have a name, don't
Ron: Mental that one, I'm telling you.
Oliver Wood: Nasty little buggers.
Harry: You!
Professor Quirrel: I wondered whether I'd be meeting toi here, Potter.
Harry: But I thought... Snape...
Professor Quirrel: Yes, he does seem the type, doesn't he? Why, suivant to him, who would suspect p-p-poor, st-st-stuttering Professor Quirrell?
Ron: Sunshine, daisies, beurre mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow!
Hagrid: Oh, and I suppose a great muggle like yourself is gonna stop him, are ya?
Dumbledore: Harry, do toi know why it is that Professor Quirrell could not ours to have toi touch him?
Dumbledore: It was because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you, and that kind of act leaves a mark.
Dumbledore: No no, this kind of mark cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin.
Harry: And what is that?
Dumbledore: Love, Harry. Love.
Harry: I think if he had the chance, he would have killed me tonight.
Ron: And to think, I've been worrying about my potions final.
George Weasley: Our job is to make sure toi don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, though. Rough game, Quidditch.
Fred Weasley: Brutal, but no one died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally, but they always turn up in a mois ou two!
Professor McGonagall: And to ensure it doesn't happen again... all four of toi will receive detention.
Draco Malfoy: Excuse me, professor, perhaps I heard toi wrong. I thought toi a dit the four of us.
Professor McGonagall: No, toi heard me correctly, Mr. Malfoy. toi see, honorable as your intentions were, toi too were out of lit after hours... toi will rejoindre your classmates in detention.
Caretaker Argus Filch: For God's sake, pull yourself together man. You're going into the Forest after all. Got to have your wits about ya...
Draco Malfoy: The Forest? I thought that was a joke. We can't go in there. Students aren't allowed. And there are...
Caretaker Argus Filch: Oh, there's plus than loups garous in those trees, toi can be sure of that. Nighty night.
Harry: Sorry.
Hermione: Sorry.
Ron: It's for your own good, toi know.
Ron: I look good!
Dudley Dursley: How many are there?
Uncle Vernon: 36, counted them myself.
Dudley Dursley: 36! But last year... last an I had 37!
Uncle Vernon: Yes, yes, but some of them are quite bigger than last year's.
Dudley Dursley: I don't care how big they are!
Sorting Hat: Ah! Another Weasley. I know just what to do with you... GRYFFINDOR!
Harry: I like this ball.
Oliver Wood: Ah, toi like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast, and damn near impossible to see.
Harry: What do I do with it?
Oliver Wood: toi catch it. Before the other team's seeker. Catch this, and the game's over. toi catch this, Potter, and we win.
Professor McGonagall: Are the rumors true, Albus?
Dumbledore: I'm afraid so, Professor. The good... and the bad.
Hermione: Honestly, don't toi two read?
Draco Malfoy: Okay. Then I get Fang!
Hagrid: Fine. Just so toi know, he's a bloody coward.
Hermione: That's totally barbaric!
Ron: That's wizard's chess.
Draco Malfoy: You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. toi don't want to go making Friends with the wrong sort. I can help toi there.
Harry: I think I can choose the wrong sort for myself, thanks.
Nearly Headless Nick: Hello! How are you? Welcome to Gryffindor!
Mr. Ollivander: The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. It's not always clear why.
Seamus Finnigan: Wingardium Leviosa. Wingar...
Harry: I think we're going to need another feather over here, professor.
Hagrid: What are toi lookin' at?
Ron: Wanna play chess?
Harry: No.
Ron: Wanna go and visit Hagrid?
Harry: No.
Ron: I know what you're thinking Harry, but don't. There's something not right about that mirror.
Ron: "It's Levi-OOOOH-sa not LevioSAH." She's a nightmare, honestly. It's no wonder she hasn't got any friends!
Harry: I think she heard you.
Ron: We've looked a hundred times.
Hermione: Not in the restricted section. Happy Christmas.
Hermione: I checked this out weeks il y a for a bit of light reading.
Ron: This is light?
Hagrid: If that dolt of a cousin of yours, Dudley, gets up to any mischief, toi could always threaten him with a nice pair of ears, to go with that tail.
Harry: But, Hagrid, we're not allowed to do magic outside Hogwarts. toi know that.
Hagrid: I know that, but your cousin don't, do he?
Hermione: It seems strange to be going home, doesn't it?
Harry: I'm not going home... not really.
Dumbledore: I should have known that toi would be here, Professor McGonagall.
Hermione: And you've got dirt on your nose, par the way. Did toi know? Just there.
Hermione: Are toi sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, is it?
Sorting Hat: Ha! Another Weasley, eh? I know just what to do with you... GRYFFINDOR!
Draco Malfoy: Wait till my father hears about this! This is servant's stuff!
Harry: If I didn't know any better, Draco, I'd say toi were scared.
Draco Malfoy: I'm not scared, Potter!
Draco Malfoy: Did toi hear that?
Harry: [calls the dog] Come on, Fang!
Lord Voldemort: Harry Potter. We meet again.
Harry: Voldemort?
Lord Voldemort: Yes. toi see what I've become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another, a mere parasite! Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own. But there is something that can; something that, conveniently enough, lies in your pocket!
