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Ron: There's chocolate and peppermint and there's also spinach, liver and tripe.
Ron: George sweared he got a bogey-flavoured one once!
Harry: These aren't real frogs, are they?
Ron: It's just a spell.
Ron: Besides, It's the cards you want.
Ron: Each pack's got a famous witch or wizard.
Ron: I've got about 500 myself.
Ron: Watch it!
Ron: Oh, that's rotten luck.
Ron: They've only got one good jump in them to begin with.
Harry: I've got Dumbledore!
Ron: I got about six of him.
Harry: Hey, he's gone!
Ron: Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day, can you?
Ron: This is Scabbers, by the way.
Ron: Pathetic, isn't he?
Harry: Just a little bit.
Ron: Fred gave me a spell as to turn him yellow.
Ron: Want to see?
Harry: Yeah.
Hermione: Has anyone seen a toad?
Hermione: A boy named Neville's lost one
Ron: No.
Hermione: Oh, are you doing magic?
Hermione: Let's see, then.
Ron: Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow.
Ron: Turn this stupid fat rat yellow.
Hermione: Are you sure that's a real spell?
Hermione: Well, it's not very good, is it?
Hermione: Of course, I've only tried a few simple ones myself but they've all worked for me.
Hermione: For example:
Hermione: Oculus Reparo.
Hermione: That's better, isn't it?
Hermione: Holy cricket, you're Harry Potter!
Hermione: I'm Hermione Granger.
Hermione: And you are...?
Ron: I'm Ron Weasley.
Hermione: Pleasure.
Hermione: You two better change into robes.
Hermione: I expect we'll be arriving soon.
Hermione: You've got dirt on your nose, by the way.
Hermione: Did you know?
Hermione: Just there.
Hagrid: Right, then.
Hagrid: First years, this way, please!
Hagrid: Come on, now, first years, don't be shy.
Hagrid: Come on now, hurry up.
Hagrid: Hello, Harry.
Harry: Hey, Hagrid.
Hagrid: Right, then. This way to the boats.
Hagrid: Come on, now, follow me.
Ron: Wicked.
McGonagall: Welcome to Hogwarts.
McGonagall: Now, in a few moments, you'll pass through these doors and join your classmates.
McGonagall: But before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses.
McGonagall: They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff Ravenclaw and Slytherin.
McGonagall: Now, while you're here, your house will be like your family.
McGonagall: Your triumphs will earn you points.
McGonagall: Any rule-breaking, and you will lose points.
McGonagall: At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup
Neville: Trevor! Sorry.
McGonagall: The Sorting Ceremony will begin momentarily.
Malfoy: It's true then, what they're saying on the train.
Malfoy: Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.
Whispers: Harry Potter?
Malfoy: This is Crabbe, and Goyle.
Malfoy: And I'm Malfoy.
Malfoy: Draco Malfoy.
Malfoy: Think my name's funny, do you?
Malfoy: I've no need to ask yours.
Malfoy: Red hair and a hand-me-down robe?
Malfoy: You must be a Weasley.
Malfoy: We'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter.
Malfoy: You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort.
Malfoy: I can help you there.
Harry: I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.
McGonagall: We're ready for you now.
McGonagall: Follow me.
Hermione: It's not real, the ceiling.
Hermione: It's just bewitched to look like the night sky.
Hermione: I read about it in Hogwarts: A History.
McGonagall: All right, will you wait along here, please?
McGonagall: Now, before we begin Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words.
Dumbledore: I have a few start-of-term notices I wish to announce.
Dumbledore: The first years, please note that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students.
Dumbledore: Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you that 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.
Dumbledore: Thank you.
McGonagall: When I call your name, you will come forth.
McGonagall: I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head and you will be sorted into your houses.
McGonagall: Hermione Granger.
Hermione: Oh, no. Okay, relax.
Ron: Mental, that one, I'm telling you.
Sorting Hat: Ah, right then... hmm... right.
Sorting Hat: Okay. Gryffindor!
McGonagall: Draco Malfoy.
Sorting Hat: Slytherin!
Ron: There isn't a witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin.
McGonagall: Susan Bones.
Ron: Harry, what is it?
Harry: Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine.

Ron: There's chocolate and peppermint and there's also spinach, liver and tripe.

Ron: George sweared he got a bogey-flavoured one once!

Harry: These aren't real frogs, are they?

Ron: It's just a spell.

Ron: Besides, It's the cards you want.

Ron: Each pack's got a famous witch or wizard.

Ron: I've got about 500 myself.

Ron: Watch it!

Ron: Oh, that's rotten luck.

Ron: They've only got one good jump in them to begin with.

Harry: I've got Dumbledore!

Ron: I got about six of him.

Harry: Hey, he's gone!

Ron: Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day, can you?

Ron: This is Scabbers, by the way.

Ron: Pathetic, isn't he?

Harry: Just a little bit.

Ron: Fred gave me a spell as to turn him yellow.

Ron: Want to see?

Harry: Yeah.

Hermione: Has anyone seen a toad?

Hermione: A boy named Neville's lost one

Ron: No.

Hermione: Oh, are you doing magic?

Hermione: Let's see, then.

Ron: Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow.

Ron: Turn this stupid fat rat yellow.

Hermione: Are you sure that's a real spell?

Hermione: Well, it's not very good, is it?

Hermione: Of course, I've only tried a few simple ones myself but they've all worked for me.

Hermione: For example:

Hermione: Oculus Reparo.

Hermione: That's better, isn't it?

Hermione: Holy cricket, you're Harry Potter!

Hermione: I'm Hermione Granger.

Hermione: And you are...?

Ron: I'm Ron Weasley.

Hermione: Pleasure.

Hermione: You two better change into robes.

Hermione: I expect we'll be arriving soon.

Hermione: You've got dirt on your nose, by the way.

Hermione: Did you know?

Hermione: Just there.

Hagrid: Right, then.

Hagrid: First years, this way, please!

Hagrid: Come on, now, first years, don't be shy.

Hagrid: Come on now, hurry up.

Hagrid: Hello, Harry.

Harry: Hey, Hagrid.

Hagrid: Right, then. This way to the boats.

Hagrid: Come on, now, follow me.

Ron: Wicked.

McGonagall: Welcome to Hogwarts.

McGonagall: Now, in a few moments, you'll pass through these doors and join your classmates.

McGonagall: But before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses.

McGonagall: They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

McGonagall: Now, while you're here, your house will be like your family.

McGonagall: Your triumphs will earn you points.

McGonagall: Any rule-breaking, and you will lose points.

McGonagall: At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup

Neville: Trevor! Sorry.

McGonagall: The Sorting Ceremony will begin momentarily.

Malfoy: It's true then, what they're saying on the train.

Malfoy: Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.

Whispers: Harry Potter?

Malfoy: This is Crabbe, and Goyle.

Malfoy: And I'm Malfoy.

Malfoy: Draco Malfoy.

Malfoy: Think my name's funny, do you?

Malfoy: I've no need to ask yours.

Malfoy: Red hair and a hand-me-down robe?

Malfoy: You must be a Weasley.

Malfoy: We'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter.

Malfoy: You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort.

Malfoy: I can help you there.

Harry: I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.

McGonagall: We're ready for you now.

McGonagall: Follow me.

Hermione: It's not real, the ceiling.

Hermione: It's just bewitched to look like the night sky.

Hermione: I read about it in Hogwarts: A History.

McGonagall: All right, will you wait along here, please?

McGonagall: Now, before we begin Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words.

Dumbledore: I have a few start-of-term notices I wish to announce.

Dumbledore: The first years, please note that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students.

Dumbledore: Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you that 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.

Dumbledore: Thank you.

McGonagall: When I call your name, you will come forth.

McGonagall: I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head and you will be sorted into your houses.

McGonagall: Hermione Granger.

Hermione: Oh, no. Okay, relax.

Ron: Mental, that one, I'm telling you.

Sorting Hat: Ah, right then... hmm... right.

Sorting Hat: Okay. Gryffindor!

McGonagall: Draco Malfoy.

Sorting Hat: Slytherin!

Ron: There isn't a witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin.

McGonagall: Susan Bones.

Ron: Harry, what is it?

Harry: Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine.