Your attention, please.
Let the feast begin.
I'm half and half. Me dad's a Muggle. Mum's a witch.
Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out.
Say Percy, who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?
Oh, that's Professor Snape, head of Slytherin house.
-What's he teach? -Potions.
But everyone knows it's the Dark Arts he fancies. He's been after Quirrell's job for years.
Hello! How are you? Welcome to Gryffindor.
Hello, Sir Nicholas. Have a nice summer?
Dismal. Once again, my request to join the Headless Hunt has been denied.
-I know you. You're Nearly Headless Nick. -I prefer Sir Nicholas, if you don't mind.
"Nearly" headless? How can you be nearly headless?
Like this.
Gryffindors, follow me, please. Keep up. Thank you.
Ravenclaw, follow me. This way.
This is the most direct path to the dormitories.
Oh and keep an eye on the staircases. They like to change.
Keep up, please, and follow me. Quickly now, come on. Come on.
-Who are these people? -I think she fancies you. -That picture's moving.
-Password? -Caput Draconis.
Follow me, everyone. Keep up. Quickly, come on.
Gather around here.
Welcome to the Gryffindor common room.
Boys' dormitory is upstairs and down to your left. Girls, the same on your right.
You'll find all your belongings have already been brought up.
Made it!
Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?
-That was bloody brilliant! -Thank you for that assessment Mr. Weasley.
Perhaps it'd be more useful if I transfigured Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocketwatch.
That way one of you might be on time.
-We got lost. -Then perhaps a map?
I trust you don't need one to find your seats.
There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class.
As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making.
However, for those select few who possess the predisposition...
I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses.
I can tell you how to bottle fame... brew glory and even put a stopper in death.
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.
Mr. Potter. Our new celebrity.
Tell me, what would I get if I added root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?
You don't know? Well let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find a bezoar?
I don't know, sir.
-And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane? -I don't know, sir.
Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything... is it, Mr. Potter?
Eye of rabbit, harp string hum, turn this water into rum.
-What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water? -Turn it to rum.
Actually managed a weak tea yesterday, before...
Can I borrow this? Thanks.
Hey look, Neville's got a Remembrall.
I've read about those. When the smoke turns red it means you've forgotten something.
The problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten.
Hey Ron, somebody broke into Gringotts. Listen.
"Believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches unknown...
Gringotts goblins while acknowledging the breach insist nothing was taken.
The vault in question, number 713, had in fact been emptied earlier that very same day."
That's odd. That's the vault Hagrid and I went to.