You're a wizard, Harry.
Diagonally.
I'm Ron, by the way.
Ron Weasley.
I'm Hermione Granger.
Gryffindor!
Troll in the dungeon!
That was brilliant!
Woo!
Trevor!
Eye of rabbit,
harp string hum,
turn this water into rum.
There will be no foolish wand-waving
or silly incantations in this class.
Oh!
I'll be in my bedroom,
making no noise and pretending that I don't exist.
It's sort of exciting, isn't it?
Breaking the rules.
Harry!
Sir!
I'm holy.
Just trying to defuse the tension.
Step up! Step up! We've got Fainting Fancies!
I've got presents?
Happy Birthday.
Happy Christmas.
Thank you.
This is for you.
If you ever wanted a different home.
What?
You have—
My mother's eyes.
Sirius!
Earwax.
Dumbledore's got a bit old.
Rubbish!
Well, he's only ...
What is he?
A hundred and fifty?
Give or take a few years.
Amazing!
I love magic.
I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
Don't you think on it for one minute.
I'm going to bed before either of you
come up with another clever idea to get us killed.
Or worse, expelled.
You're not going mad.
I can see them, too.
Hello, everyone.
Will you stop eating?
Pie?
Not for me, no.
How do you feel?
Excellent.
You know, she's got nice skin.
Skin?
It's perfect.
I think I love her.
Take Weasley with you.
He looks far too happy over there.
But I am the Chosen One.
I've always wanted to use that spell.
Just because you've got
the emotional range of a teaspoon.
Dobby has no master.
Dobby is free.
Soon we must all face
the choice between what is right
and what is easy.
We've got one thing
that Voldemort doesn't have.
And you'll never know love.
Or friendship.
The ones that love us never really leave us.
What are you doing here?
Rescuing you, of course.
You're a great wizard.
Not my daughter!
Always.
Expecto Patronum!
Working hard is important.
But there's something that matters even more,
believing in yourself.
Confringo!
That went well.
Of course it's happening inside your head, Harry.
Why should that mean
that it's not real?