Little tyke.

No. Why?

Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall.

How did you know it was me?

Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir.

Nearly.

Thirty-six. That's two less than last year.

Hello. Hogwarts, too?

-packed with Muggles, of course-

Nine and three-quarters! Mum, can't I go...

I'm not Fred, I'm George. Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?

Gran, I've lost my toad again.

Want a hand?

Mum- geroff.

Can't stay long, Mother. I'm up front, the prefects have got two compartments to themselves-

Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one.

Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance-

My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost- I say, what are you all doing here?

Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?

Oooooooh! Ickle Firsties! What fun!

Ah, yes. Harry Potter. Our new - celebrity.

Shut up, Malfoy.

Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone stand by a broomstick.Come on, hurry up.

Are you serious, Professor?

Sniff around, my sweet, they might be lurking in a corner.

Not arguing, I hope, boys?

P-P-Potter. C-cant t-tell you how p-pleased I am to meet you.

And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor - what an excellent chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too -

Send him off, ref! Red card!

Are you all right?

Use the boy... use the boy...