If you're having quidditch problems I feel bad for you son
I got ninety nine problems but a snitch ain't one.

Hermione: And who are you?
Ron: You're future husband

Hermione: I'm going to bed
Draco: Can I Slytherin?

Pennywise: I have your Hogwarts letter
Me: ( crawls into the sewer )

Albus: Dad, what if i'm in Slytherin
Harry: Then I hope you have fun walking home from platform nine and three quarters