She looked distinctly ruffled.
"How did you know it was me?" she asked.
"My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly."
"You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," said Professor McGonagall (Chpt. 1)

He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog. (Chpt. 1)

..."To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!" (Chpt. 1)

Dudley thought for a moment. It looked like hard work. (Chpt. 2)

"No thanks," said Harry. "The poor toilet's never had anything as horrible as your head down it - it might be sick." Then he ran, before Dudley could work out what he'd said. (Chpt. 3)

Aunt Petunia burst into tears and said she couldn't believe it was her Ickle Dudleykins, he looked so handsome and grown-up. Harry didn't trust himself to speak. He though two of his ribs might already have cracked from trying not to laugh. (Chpt. 3)

"SILENCE!" yelled Uncle Vernon, and a couple of spiders fell from the ceiling. He took a few deep breaths and then forced his face into a smile, which looked quite painful. (Chpt. 3)

They didn't stop to eat or drink all day. By nightfall Dudley was howling. He'd never had such a bad day in his life. He was hungry, he'd missed five television programmes he'd wanted to see and he'd never gone so long without blowing up an alien on his computer. (Chpt. 3)

..."Harry - yer a wizard." (Chpt. 4)

"Yes, thirteen and a half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember ... I think we must expect great things from you, Mr Potter ... After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things - terrible, yes, but great. (Chpt. 5)

"Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?" said one of the twins, with an air of great surprise. "You should have said something, we had no idea."
"Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it," said the other twin. "Once-"
"Or twice-"
"A minute-"
"All summer-"
(Chpt. 6)

"Not Slytherin, eh?" said the small voice. "Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on th eway to greatness, no doubt about that - no? Well, if you're sure - better be GRYFFINDOR!" (Chpt. 7)

"You don't use your eyes, any of you, do you?" she snapped. "Didn't you see what it was standing on?"
"The floor?" Harry suggested. "I wasn't looking at its feet, I was too busy with its heads." (Chpt. 9)

"I've decided to call him Norbert," said Hagrid, looking at the dragon with misty eyes. "He really knows me now, watch. Norbert! Norbert! Where's Mummy?" (Chpt. 14)

"Tokens from your friends and admirers," said Dumbledore, beaming. "What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows. I believe your friend Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a lavatory seat. No doubt they thought it would amuse you. Madam Pomfrey, however, felt it might not be very hygienic, and confiscated it." (Chpt. 17)

"After all, to the well-organised mind, death is but the next great adventure." (Chpt. 17)

"Not a scar, no visible sign ... to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever." (Chpt. 17)