Did you ever make anything happen?

Anything you couldn't explain?

You're a wizard, Harry.

I'm a what?

"Dear Mr. Potter, we are pleased

to inform you that you have

been accepted at

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

In a few moments, you will pass through

these doors and join your classmates.

Keep an eye on the staircases.

They like to change.

Good afternoon, class.

Welcome to your first flying lesson.

Stick your right hand over the broom and say, "Up."

Up.

Wow.

Mr. Longbottom.

Mr. Longbottom.

Mr. Longbottom, exactly where

do you think you're going?

Do you really have the ...

Scar?

Wicked!

Mr. Potter, our new celebrity.

First years should note

that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden.

That no magic's to be used between

the classes in the corridors.

Petrificus Totalus.

The third floor corridor is out of bounds to everyone who does

not wish to suffer a most painful death.

Troll!

In the dungeon!

Understand this, Harry, 'cause it's very important.

Not all wizards are good.

I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another

clever idea to get us killed.

Or worse, expelled.