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Sorting Hat: Let's see I know! Hufflepuff!
McGonagall: Ronald Weasley.
Sorting Hat: Another Weasley!
Sorting Hat: I know just what to do with you.
Sorting Hat: Gryffindor!
McGonagall: Harry Potter.
Sorting Hat: Hmm... difficult, very difficult.
Sorting Hat: Plenty of courage, I see.
Sorting Hat: Not a bad mind, either.
Sorting Hat: There's talent, oh, yes.
Sorting Hat: And a thirst to prove yourself.
Sorting Hat: But where to put you?
Harry: Not Slytherin, not Slytherin!
Sorting Hat: Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure?
Sorting Hat: You could be great, you know.
Sorting Hat: It's all here, in your head.
Sorting Hat: And Slytherin will help you on the way to greatnesses, no doubt about that.
Sorting Hat: No? Well, if you're sure.
Sorting Hat: Better be...Gryffindor!
McGonagall: Your attention, please.
Dumbledore: Let the feast begin.
Seamus: I'm half and half.
Seamus: My dad's a Muggle. Mum's a witch.
Seamus: Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out.
Harry: Say, Percy, who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?
Percy: Oh, thats Professor Snape, head of Slytherin house.
Harry: What's he teach?
Percy: Potions.
Percy: But everyone knows, its the Dark Arts he fancies.
Percy: He's been after Quirrell's job for years.
Sir Nicholas: Hello! How are you?
Sir Nicholas: Welcome to Gryffindor.
Girl: Look, It's the Bloody Baron!
Percy: Hello, Sir Nicholas.
Percy: Have a nice summer?
Sir Nicholas: Dismal. Once again, my request to join the Headless Hunt has been denied.
Ron: I know you.
Ron: You're Nearly Headless Nick.
Sir Nicholas: I prefer Sir Nicholas, if you don't mind.
Hermione: Nearly headless?
Hermione: How can you be nearly headless?
Sir Nicholas: Like this.
Percy: Gryffindors, follow me please.
Percy: Keep up. Thank you.
Boy: Ravenclaw, follow me. This way.
Percy: This is the most direct path to the dormitories.
Percy: Oh, and keep an eye on the staircases.
Percy: They like to change.
Percy: Keep up, please, and follow me.
Percy: Quickly now, come on. Come on.
Neville: That picture's moving.
Ron: Look at that one.
Harry: I think she fancies you.
Girl: Oh, look! Look!
Girl: Who's that girl?
Man in paint: Welcome to Hogwarts.
Fat Lady: Password?
Percy: Caput Draconis.
Percy: Follow me, everyone. Keep up.
Percy: Quickly, come on.
Percy: Gather around here.
Percy: Welcome to the Gryffindor common room.
Percy: Boys' dormitory is upstairs and down to your left.
Percy: Girls, the same on your right.
Percy: You'll find that your belongings have already been brought up.
Ron: Made it!
Ron: Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?
Ron: That was bloody brilliant!
McGonagall: Thank you for that assessment, Mr Weasley.
McGonagall: Perhaps, lt'd be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket-watch.
McGonagall: That way, one of you might be on time.
Harry: We got lost.
McGonagall: Then perhaps a map?
McGonagall: I trust you don't need one to find your seats.
Snape: There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class.
Snape: As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making.
Snape: However, for those select few who possess the predisposition I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses.
Snape: I can tell you how to bottle fame brew glory and even put a stopper in death.
Snape: Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention.
Snape: Mr. Potter.
Snape: Our new celebrity.
Snape: Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?
Snape: You don't know? Well, let's try again.
Snape: Where, Mr Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?
Harry: I don't know, Sir.
Snape: And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?
Harry: I don't know, Sir.
Snape: Pity.
Snape: Clearly, fame isn't everything is it, Mr. Potter?
Harry: Clearly, Hermione knows.
Harry: Seems a pity not to ask her.
Snape: Silence.
Snape: Put your hand down, you silly girl!
Snape: For your information, Potter
Snape: Asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of the Living Dead.
Snape: A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons.
Snape: As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite.
Snape: Well...
Snape: Why aren't you all copying this down?
Snape: And Gryffindors note that five points will be taken from your house for your classmate's cheek.

Sorting Hat: Let's see I know! Hufflepuff!

McGonagall: Ronald Weasley.

Sorting Hat: Another Weasley!

Sorting Hat: I know just what to do with you.

Sorting Hat: Gryffindor!

McGonagall: Harry Potter.

Sorting Hat: Hmm... difficult, very difficult.

Sorting Hat: Plenty of courage, I see.

Sorting Hat: Not a bad mind, either.

Sorting Hat: There's talent, oh, yes.

Sorting Hat: And a thirst to prove yourself.

Sorting Hat: But where to put you?

Harry: Not Slytherin, not Slytherin!

Sorting Hat: Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure?

Sorting Hat: You could be great, you know.

Sorting Hat: It's all here, in your head.

Sorting Hat: And Slytherin will help you on the way to greatnesses, no doubt about that.

Sorting Hat: No? Well, if you're sure.

Sorting Hat: Better be...Gryffindor!

McGonagall: Your attention, please.

Dumbledore: Let the feast begin.

Seamus: I'm half and half.

Seamus: My dad's a Muggle. Mum's a witch.

Seamus: Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out.

Harry: Say, Percy, who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?

Percy: Oh, thats Professor Snape, head of Slytherin house.

Harry: What's he teach?

Percy: Potions.

Percy: But everyone knows, its the Dark Arts he fancies.

Percy: He's been after Quirrell's job for years.

Sir Nicholas: Hello! How are you?

Sir Nicholas: Welcome to Gryffindor.

Girl: Look, It's the Bloody Baron!

Percy: Hello, Sir Nicholas.

Percy: Have a nice summer?

Sir Nicholas: Dismal. Once again, my request to join the Headless Hunt has been denied.

Ron: I know you.

Ron: You're Nearly Headless Nick.

Sir Nicholas: I prefer Sir Nicholas, if you don't mind.

Hermione: Nearly headless?

Hermione: How can you be nearly headless?

Sir Nicholas: Like this.

Percy: Gryffindors, follow me please.

Percy: Keep up. Thank you.

Boy: Ravenclaw, follow me. This way.

Percy: This is the most direct path to the dormitories.

Percy: Oh, and keep an eye on the staircases.

Percy: They like to change.

Percy: Keep up, please, and follow me.

Percy: Quickly now, come on. Come on.

Neville: That picture's moving.

Ron: Look at that one.

Harry: I think she fancies you.

Girl: Oh, look! Look!

Girl: Who's that girl?

Man in paint: Welcome to Hogwarts.

Fat Lady: Password?

Percy: Caput Draconis.

Percy: Follow me, everyone. Keep up.

Percy: Quickly, come on.

Percy: Gather around here.

Percy: Welcome to the Gryffindor common room.

Percy: Boys' dormitory is upstairs and down to your left.

Percy: Girls, the same on your right.

Percy: You'll find that your belongings have already been brought up.

Ron: Made it!

Ron: Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?

Ron: That was bloody brilliant!

McGonagall: Thank you for that assessment, Mr Weasley.

McGonagall: Perhaps, lt'd be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket-watch.

McGonagall: That way, one of you might be on time.

Harry: We got lost.

McGonagall: Then perhaps a map?

McGonagall: I trust you don't need one to find your seats.

Snape: There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class.

Snape: As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making.

Snape: However, for those select few who possess the predisposition I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses.

Snape: I can tell you how to bottle fame brew glory and even put a stopper in death.

Snape: Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention.

Snape: Mr. Potter.

Snape: Our new celebrity.

Snape: Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?

Snape: You don't know? Well, let's try again.

Snape: Where, Mr Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?

Harry: I don't know, Sir.

Snape: And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?

Harry: I don't know, Sir.

Snape: Pity.

Snape: Clearly, fame isn't everything is it, Mr. Potter?

Harry: Clearly, Hermione knows.

Harry: Seems a pity not to ask her.

Snape: Silence.

Snape: Put your hand down, you silly girl!

Snape: For your information, Potter

Snape: Asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of the Living Dead.

Snape: A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons.

Snape: As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite.

Snape: Well...

Snape: Why aren't you all copying this down?

Snape: And Gryffindors note that five points will be taken from your house for your classmate's cheek.