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Hagrid: Never insult Albus Dumbledore in front of me.
Hagrid: Oh, um, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone at Hogwarts about that.
Hagrid: Strickly speaking, I'm not allowed to do magic.
Harry: Okay.
Hagrid: Ooh, We're a bit behind schedule.
Hagrid: Best be off.
Hagrid: Unless you'd rather stay, of course.
Harry: First year's students will require three sets of plain work robes one wand.
Hagrid: Essential bit of equipment, Harry.
Harry: One pair of dragon hide gloves.
Harry: Hagrid, Do they mean from a real dragon?
Hagrid: They don't mean a penguin, do they?
Hagrid: Crikey. I'd love a dragon.
Harry: You'd like a dragon?
Hagrid: Vastly misunderstood beasts, Harry.
Hagrid: Vastly misunderstood.
Harry: "All students must be equipped with one standard size 2 pewter cauldron and may bring, if they desire,
either an owl, a cat or a toad."
Harry: Can we find all this in London?
Hagrid: If you know where to go.
Barkeep Tom: Ah, Hagrid! The usual, I presume?
Hagrid: No, thanks, Tom.
Hagrid: I'm on official Hogwarts business.
Hagrid: Just helping young Harry here buy his school supplies.
Barkeep Tom: Bless my soul.
Barkeep Tom: It's Harry Potter!
Man: Welcome back, Mr. Potter.
Man: Welcome back.
Witch: Doris Crockford, Mr Potter.
Witch: I can't believe I'm meeting you at last.
Quirrell: Harry Potter. Can't tell you how pleased I am to meet you.
Hagrid: Hello, professor. I didn't see you there.
Hagrid: Harry, This is Professor Quirrell.
Hagrid: He will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts
Harry: Oh, nice to meet you.
Quirrell: Fearfully fascinating subject.
Quirrell: Not that you need it, eh, Potter?
Hagrid: Yes, well, must be going now.
Hagrid: Lots to buy.
Harry: Goodbye.
Hagrid: See, Harry? You're famous.
Harry: But why am I famous, Hagrid?
Harry: All those people back there, how is it they know who I am?
Hagrid: I'm not sure I'm exactly the right person to tell you that, Harry.
Hagrid: Welcome, Harry, to Diagon Alley.
Hagrid: Here's where you'll get your quills and your ink.
Hagrid: And over there, all your bits and bobs for doing your wizardry.
Boy: It's a world-class racing broom.
Boy: Look at it! The new Nimbus 2000!
Boy: It's the fastest model yet.
Harry: But, Hagrid, how am I to pay for all this?
Harry: I haven't any money.
Hagrid: Well there's your money, Harry.
Hagrid: Gringotts, the wizard bank.
Hagrid: Ain't no safer place, not one.
Hagrid: Except perhaps Hogwarts.
Harry: Hagrid, what exactly are these things?
Hagrid: They're goblins, Harry.
Hagrid: Clever as they come goblins but not the most friendly of beasts.
Hagrid: Best stay close.
Hagrid: Mr. Harry Potter wishes to make a withdrawal.
Goblin: And does Mr. Harry Potter have his key?
Hagrid: Oh, Wait a minute.
Hagrid: Got it here somewhere.
Hagrid: Ha! Here's the little devil.
Hagrid: Oh, and there's something else as well.
Hagrid: Professor Dumbledore gave me this.
Hagrid: It's about You-Know-What in vault you-know-which.
Goblin: Very well.
Griphook: Vault 687.
Griphook: Lamp, please.
Griphook: Key, please.
Hagrid: Didn't think your mum and dad will leave you with nothing, now did ya?
Griphook: Vault 713.
Harry: What's in there, Hagrid?
Hagrid: Can't tell you, Harry.
Hagrid: Hogwarts business. Very secret.
Griphook: Stand back.
Hagrid: Best not to mention this to anyone, Harry.
Harry: I still need... a wand.
Hagrid: A wand? Well, you'll want Ollivanders.
Hagrid: There ain't no place better.
Hagrid: Why don't you run along there and wait.
Hagrid: I just got one more thing I gotta do.
Hagrid: Won't be long.
Harry: Hello?
Harry: Hello?
Ollivander: I wondered when I'd be seeing you, Mr. Potter.
Ollivander: It seems only yesterday that your mother and father were in here buying their first wands.
Ollivander: Here we are.
Ollivander: Give it a wave.
Ollivander: Apparently not.
Ollivander: Perhaps… this
Ollivander: No, no, definitely not.
Ollivander: No matter.
Ollivander: I wonder.. Curious.
Ollivander: Very curious.
Harry: Sorry, but what's curious?
Ollivander: I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter.
Ollivander: It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather resides in your wand, gave another feather.