'' I really don’t think they should let the other sort in, do you? They’re just not the same, they’ve never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, I imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families.''
'' Enemies of the Heir Beware”? You’ll be next, mudbloods.''
'' Wait ’til my father hears about this! This is servant’s stuff! ''
'' Oh, look, Potter, you got yourself a girlfriend. ''
'' Well, well. Look who’s here – you two shopping for your new dream home? Bit grand for you, isn’t it, Weasel-Bee? Don’t your family all sleep in… one room? ''
'' You’ll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don’t wanna go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.''
'' Well, well what brings you here Potter? ''
'' You have something of mine, I’d like it back.''
'' It’s my mother’s, it’s powerful but it’s… not the same. It doesn’t quite… understand me, know what I mean?
'' Training for the ballet, Potter?''
'' Why so tense, Potter? My father and I have a bet, you see. See, I don’t think you’re going to last ten minutes in this tournament. He disagrees. He thinks you won’t last five! ''
'' What? You think there’s someone here who’s worse than Dumbledore? Well? Do you?''
'' You see, Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best. ''
'' Bet you loved that, didn’t you Potter. Famous Harry Potter can’t even go into a bookshop without making the front page. ''
'' It comes and it goes. Still, I consider myself luckily. If it wasn’t for Madame Pomfrey, another minute or two and I could have lost my arm; couldn’t possibly do any homework for weeks. ''
'' Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he’d have remembered to fall on his fat ass.''
'' Potter! Is it true you fainted? I mean, you actually fainted? ''
