Hagrid: You're the boy who lived.

Hagrid: Who told u '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 meer about u than u 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 u two don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of u can come up with another clever idea to get us all killed - of 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 zei that. No meer questions, don't ask anymore questions!

Hagrid: [explaining how to get past Fluffy] u just play a bit of muziek and he'll fall right to sleep... I shouldn't have told u that!

Hermione: Stop moving, both of you. This is devil's snare! u have to relax. If u don't, it'll only kill u 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! u heard what Madam Hooch said. Besides, u don't even know how to fly!

Hermione: What an idiot!

Hermione: You'll be okay, Harry. You're a great wizard. u really are.

Harry: Not as good as you.

Hermione: Me? boeken and cleverness. There are meer important things: friendship and bravery. And Harry, just be careful.

Hermione: Ron, u 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 u yours. Red hair... and a hand-me-down robe... u 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, u know that? Brilliant... but scary.

Hagrid: Dry up Dursley, u great prune!

George Weasley: He's not Fred, I am!

Fred Weasley: Honestly, woman. And u call yourself our mother...

Molly Weasley: Oh, I'm sorry, George.

Fred Weasley: I'm only joking, I AM Fred!

Harry: Good of u 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 u hadn't insulted her.

Hagrid: Blimey, I'd love 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 u hanging door 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 minuten in. Woke up in the hospital a week later.

Professor McGonagall: Albus, do u 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 u 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 meer 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 meer brilliant ideas. And between u and me, that is saying something.

Dumbledore: And finally, I must tell u 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 u imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?

Ron: That was bloody brilliant!

Professor McGonagall: Well, thank u for that assessment, Mr Weasley. Perhaps it would be meer useful if I were to transfigure Mr Potter and yourself into a pocket watch? That way, one of u might be on time.

Harry: We got lost.

Professor McGonagall: Then perhaps a map? I trust u 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: u don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't u see what it was standing on?

Ron: I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads... of maybe u 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 u here, Potter.

Harry: But I thought... Snape...

Professor Quirrel: Yes, he does seem the type, doesn't he? Why, volgende to him, who would suspect p-p-poor, st-st-stuttering Professor Quirrell?
Ron: Sunshine, daisies, boter 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 u know why it is that Professor Quirrell could not beer to have u 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 u 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 maand of two!

Professor McGonagall: And to ensure it doesn't happen again... all four of u will receive detention.

Draco Malfoy: Excuse me, professor, perhaps I heard u wrong. I thought u zei the four of us.

Professor McGonagall: No, u heard me correctly, Mr. Malfoy. u see, honorable as your intentions were, u too were out of bed after hours... u will kom bij 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 meer than werewolves in those trees, u can be sure of that. Nighty night.

Harry: Sorry.

Hermione: Sorry.

Ron: It's for your own good, u know.

Ron: I look good!

Dudley Dursley: How many are there?

Uncle Vernon: 36, counted them myself.

Dudley Dursley: 36! But last year... last jaar 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, u like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast, and damn near impossible to see.

Harry: What do I do with it?

Oliver Wood: u catch it. Before the other team's seeker. Catch this, and the game's over. u 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 u two read?

Draco Malfoy: Okay. Then I get Fang!

Hagrid: Fine. Just so u 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. u don't want to go making vrienden with the wrong sort. I can help u 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 u 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 geleden 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, u 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. u 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 u would be here, Professor McGonagall.

Hermione: And you've got dirt on your nose, door the way. Did u know? Just there.

Hermione: Are u 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 u were scared.

Draco Malfoy: I'm not scared, Potter!

Draco Malfoy: Did u hear that?

Harry: [calls the dog] Come on, Fang!

Lord Voldemort: Harry Potter. We meet again.

Harry: Voldemort?

Lord Voldemort: Yes. u 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!