I should have known that you would be here, Professor McGonagall. Good evening, Professor...

Dumbledore: [walks onto Privet Drive and takes out lights with tool] I should have known that you would be here, Professor McGonagall. [to Professor McGonagall, who is a cat] Professor McGonagall: [transforms into a human] Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. [walks with Dumbledore] Professor McGonagall: Are the rumors true, Albus? Dumbledore: I'm afraid so, Professor. The good... and the bad. Professor McGonagall: And the boy? Dumbledore: Hagrid is bringing him. Professor McGonagall: Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something this important? Dumbledore: Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life. [Hagrid appears on a flying motorcycle with baby Harry Potter] Hagrid: Professor Dumbledore, sir, Professor McGonagall. Dumbledore: No problems, I trust, Hagrid? Hagrid: No, sir. Little tike fell asleep just as we were flyin' over Bristol. Try not to wake him. [gives Harry to Dumbledore and McGonagall] Hagrid: There yeh go. Professor McGonagall: Albus, do you really think it's safe to leave him with these people? I've watched them all day, they're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable! They really are. Dumbledore: They're the only family he has. Professor McGonagall: This boy will be famous. There won't be a child in the world who won't know his name! Dumbledore: Exactly. He's far better off growing up away from that, until he's ready. [puts Harry on the Dursley's front step and looks at Hagrid, who is crying] Dumbledore: There there, Hagrid, it's not really goodbye after all. [Hagrid nods, while Dumbledore leaves a letter for the Dursleys on Harry] Dumbledore: Good luck, Harry Potter. [the camera shoots to Harry's scar]

Will you wait along here, please? Now, before we begin... ...Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words. I have a few start-of-term notices I wish to announce. The first years, please note... ...that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you... ...that the third-floor corridor is out of bounds... ...to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you. When I call your name, you will come forth. I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head... ...and you will be sorted into your houses. Hermione Granger. Oh, no. Okay, relax. Mental, that one, I'm telling you. Ah, right, then. Mm, right. Okay. Gryffindor! Draco Malfoy. Slytherin! Every wizard who went bad was in Slytherin. Susan Bones. Ah! Harry, what is it? Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine. SORTING HAT: Let's see... I know! Hufflepuff! Ronald Weasley. Ha, another Weasley! I know just what to do with you.