An animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal.
Who cares. I mean, sort of exciting, isn't it? Breaking the rules.
Nothing's pulling the carriage Harry. It's pulling itself like always.
Cho couldn't take her eyes of you, could she?
She's only interested in you because she thinks you're the chosen one.
You. You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach.
No. No one ever comes in here.
You've got dirt on your nose, by the way. Did you know?
Honestly, don't you two read?
Here it is. Nichloas Flamel is the only known maker of the Sorcerer's Stone. It can transform any metal into pure gold and produces the Elixir of Life which will make the drinker immortal. That's what's Fluffy's guarding on the third floor. That's what's under the trap door.
Fear of a name only increase fear of the thing itself.
That felt good.
Now, if you two don't mind. I'm going to bed, before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed. Or worse, expelled.
Professor. What exactly does legend tell us lies within the chamber?
He's a werewolf. That's why he's been missing classes.
He called me a mudblood.
It means dirty blood. Mudblood's a really foul name for someone who's muggle-born. Someone with non-magic parents. Someone like me.
You need us Harry.
Anyway. At least we know one positive thing that came from today.
Take my hand.
Where not supposed to be here. This is the Third Floor.