Hagrid: You're the boy who lived.
Hagrid: Who told Du '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 Mehr about Du than Du 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 Du two don't mind, I'm going to bett before either of Du can come up with another clever idea to get us all killed - oder 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 sagte that. No Mehr questions, don't ask anymore questions!
Hagrid: [explaining how to get past Fluffy] Du just play a bit of Musik and he'll fall right to sleep... I shouldn't have told Du that!
Hermione: Stop moving, both of you. This is devil's snare! Du have to relax. If Du don't, it'll only kill Du 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! Du heard what Madam Hooch said. Besides, Du don't even know how to fly!
Hermione: What an idiot!
Hermione: You'll be okay, Harry. You're a great wizard. Du really are.
Harry: Not as good as you.
Hermione: Me? Bücher and cleverness. There are Mehr important things: friendship and bravery. And Harry, just be careful.
Hermione: Ron, Du 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 Du yours. Red hair... and a hand-me-down robe... Du 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, Du know that? Brilliant... but scary.
Hagrid: Dry up Dursley, Du great prune!
George Weasley: He's not Fred, I am!
Fred Weasley: Honestly, woman. And Du call yourself our mother...
Molly Weasley: Oh, I'm sorry, George.
Fred Weasley: I'm only joking, I AM Fred!
Harry: Good of Du 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 Du hadn't insulted her.
Hagrid: Blimey, I'd Liebe 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 Du hanging Von 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 Du 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 Du 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 Mehr 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 Mehr brilliant ideas. And between Du and me, that is saying something.
Dumbledore: And finally, I must tell Du 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 Du imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?
Ron: That was bloody brilliant!
Professor McGonagall: Well, thank Du for that assessment, Mr Weasley. Perhaps it would be Mehr useful if I were to transfigure Mr Potter and yourself into a pocket watch? That way, one of Du might be on time.
Harry: We got lost.
Professor McGonagall: Then perhaps a map? I trust Du 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: Du don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't Du see what it was standing on?
Ron: I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads... oder maybe Du 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 Du here, Potter.
Harry: But I thought... Snape...
Professor Quirrel: Yes, he does seem the type, doesn't he? Why, Weiter to him, who would suspect p-p-poor, st-st-stuttering Professor Quirrell?
Ron: Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat ratte yellow!
Hagrid: Oh, and I suppose a great muggle like yourself is gonna stop him, are ya?
Dumbledore: Harry, do Du know why it is that Professor Quirrell could not bär to have Du 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 Du 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 Monat oder two!
Professor McGonagall: And to ensure it doesn't happen again... all four of Du will receive detention.
Draco Malfoy: Excuse me, professor, perhaps I heard Du wrong. I thought Du sagte the four of us.
Professor McGonagall: No, Du heard me correctly, Mr. Malfoy. Du see, honorable as your intentions were, Du too were out of bett after hours... Du will Mitmachen 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 Mehr than Werwölfe in those trees, Du can be sure of that. Nighty night.
Harry: Sorry.
Hermione: Sorry.
Ron: It's for your own good, Du know.
Ron: I look good!
Dudley Dursley: How many are there?
Uncle Vernon: 36, counted them myself.
Dudley Dursley: 36! But last year... last Jahr 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, Du like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast, and damn near impossible to see.
Harry: What do I do with it?
Oliver Wood: Du catch it. Before the other team's seeker. Catch this, and the game's over. Du 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 Du two read?
Draco Malfoy: Okay. Then I get Fang!
Hagrid: Fine. Just so Du 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. Du don't want to go making Friends with the wrong sort. I can help Du 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 Du 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 Vor 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, Du 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. Du 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 Du would be here, Professor McGonagall.
Hermione: And you've got dirt on your nose, Von the way. Did Du know? Just there.
Hermione: Are Du 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 Du were scared.
Draco Malfoy: I'm not scared, Potter!
Draco Malfoy: Did Du hear that?
Harry: [calls the dog] Come on, Fang!
Lord Voldemort: Harry Potter. We meet again.
Harry: Voldemort?
Lord Voldemort: Yes. Du 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 Du '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 Mehr about Du than Du 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 Du two don't mind, I'm going to bett before either of Du can come up with another clever idea to get us all killed - oder 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 sagte that. No Mehr questions, don't ask anymore questions!
Hagrid: [explaining how to get past Fluffy] Du just play a bit of Musik and he'll fall right to sleep... I shouldn't have told Du that!
Hermione: Stop moving, both of you. This is devil's snare! Du have to relax. If Du don't, it'll only kill Du 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! Du heard what Madam Hooch said. Besides, Du don't even know how to fly!
Hermione: What an idiot!
Hermione: You'll be okay, Harry. You're a great wizard. Du really are.
Harry: Not as good as you.
Hermione: Me? Bücher and cleverness. There are Mehr important things: friendship and bravery. And Harry, just be careful.
Hermione: Ron, Du 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 Du yours. Red hair... and a hand-me-down robe... Du 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, Du know that? Brilliant... but scary.
Hagrid: Dry up Dursley, Du great prune!
George Weasley: He's not Fred, I am!
Fred Weasley: Honestly, woman. And Du call yourself our mother...
Molly Weasley: Oh, I'm sorry, George.
Fred Weasley: I'm only joking, I AM Fred!
Harry: Good of Du 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 Du hadn't insulted her.
Hagrid: Blimey, I'd Liebe 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 Du hanging Von 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 Du 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 Du 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 Mehr 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 Mehr brilliant ideas. And between Du and me, that is saying something.
Dumbledore: And finally, I must tell Du 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 Du imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?
Ron: That was bloody brilliant!
Professor McGonagall: Well, thank Du for that assessment, Mr Weasley. Perhaps it would be Mehr useful if I were to transfigure Mr Potter and yourself into a pocket watch? That way, one of Du might be on time.
Harry: We got lost.
Professor McGonagall: Then perhaps a map? I trust Du 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: Du don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't Du see what it was standing on?
Ron: I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads... oder maybe Du 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 Du here, Potter.
Harry: But I thought... Snape...
Professor Quirrel: Yes, he does seem the type, doesn't he? Why, Weiter to him, who would suspect p-p-poor, st-st-stuttering Professor Quirrell?
Ron: Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat ratte yellow!
Hagrid: Oh, and I suppose a great muggle like yourself is gonna stop him, are ya?
Dumbledore: Harry, do Du know why it is that Professor Quirrell could not bär to have Du 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 Du 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 Monat oder two!
Professor McGonagall: And to ensure it doesn't happen again... all four of Du will receive detention.
Draco Malfoy: Excuse me, professor, perhaps I heard Du wrong. I thought Du sagte the four of us.
Professor McGonagall: No, Du heard me correctly, Mr. Malfoy. Du see, honorable as your intentions were, Du too were out of bett after hours... Du will Mitmachen 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 Mehr than Werwölfe in those trees, Du can be sure of that. Nighty night.
Harry: Sorry.
Hermione: Sorry.
Ron: It's for your own good, Du know.
Ron: I look good!
Dudley Dursley: How many are there?
Uncle Vernon: 36, counted them myself.
Dudley Dursley: 36! But last year... last Jahr 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, Du like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast, and damn near impossible to see.
Harry: What do I do with it?
Oliver Wood: Du catch it. Before the other team's seeker. Catch this, and the game's over. Du 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 Du two read?
Draco Malfoy: Okay. Then I get Fang!
Hagrid: Fine. Just so Du 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. Du don't want to go making Friends with the wrong sort. I can help Du 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 Du 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 Vor 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, Du 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. Du 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 Du would be here, Professor McGonagall.
Hermione: And you've got dirt on your nose, Von the way. Did Du know? Just there.
Hermione: Are Du 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 Du were scared.
Draco Malfoy: I'm not scared, Potter!
Draco Malfoy: Did Du hear that?
Harry: [calls the dog] Come on, Fang!
Lord Voldemort: Harry Potter. We meet again.
Harry: Voldemort?
Lord Voldemort: Yes. Du 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!
