Quidditch is easy enough to understand.
Each team has seven players.
Three Chasers, two Beaters, one Keeper and a Seeker. That's you.
There are three kinds of balls. This one's called the Quaffle.
Now the Chasers handle the Quaffle and try to put it through one of those three hoops.
The Keeper, that's me, defends the hoops. With me so far?
I think so. What are those?
You better take this.
Careful now, it's coming back.
Not bad, Potter. You'd make a fair Beater.
What was that?
Bludger. Nasty little buggers. But you are a Seeker.
The only thing I want you to worry about is this. The Golden Snitch.
-I like this ball. -You like it now.
Just wait. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see.
-What do I do with it? -You catch it. Before the other team's Seeker.
You catch this, the game's over.
You catch this, Potter, and we win.
One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation... or the ability to make objects fly.
Do you have your feathers? Good.
Now, don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing.
The swish and flick. Everyone.
-The swish and flick. -Good. Oh, and enunciate.
Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go, then.
No, stop, stop, stop! You're going to take someone's eye out.
Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's Leviosa, not Leviosar.
You do it then, if you're so clever. Go on, go on.
Well done! See here, everyone, Miss Granger's done it!
Splendid!
I think we're going to another feather over here, Professor.
"It's Leviosa, not Leviosar." She's a nightmare, honestly!
No wonder she hasn't got any friends.
I think she heard you.
Where's Hermione?
Parvati said she wouldn't come out of the girls' bathroom.
She said that she'd been in there all afternoon, crying.
Troll in the dungeon!
Thought you ought to know.
Silence!
Everyone will please not panic!
Now... prefects will lead their house back to the dormitories.
Teachers will follow me to the dungeons.
Hufflepuff, this way.
-How could a troll get in? -Not on its own.
Trolls are really stupid. Probably people playing jokes.
-What? -Hermione! She doesn't know.
I think the troll's left the dungeon.
It's going into the girls' bathroom.
Hermione, move!
Hey, pea brain!
Help!
Do something!
-What? -Anything! Hurry up!
-Swish and flick. -Wingardium Leviosa.
Cool.
Is it dead?
I don't think so. Just knocked out.
Troll boogers.
-Oh, my goodness! Explain yourselves, both of you! -Well, what it is...
It's my fault, Professor McGonagall.
Miss Granger?
I went looking for the troll. I read about them and thought I could handle it.
But I was wrong.
If Harry and Ron hadn't come and found me, I'd probably be dead.
Be that as it may, it was an extremely foolish thing to do.
I would have expected more rational behavior on your part and I am very disappointed in you Miss Granger.
Five points will be taken from Gryffindor... for your serious lack of judgment.
As for you two gentlemen... I just hope you realize how fortunate you are.
Not many first-year students could take on a fully grown mountain troll... and live to tell the tale.
Five points... will be awarded to each of you...
...for sheer dumb luck.
Perhaps you ought to go. It might wake up.