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...