Hagrid Quotes in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (2001)

Hagrid: You're a wizard, Harry!

Harry: I'm a what?

Hagrid: [about Fluffy] Just play a bit of music and he falls straight asleep... I shouldn't have told you that!

[looking at a recently-hatched dragon]

Hagrid: Isn't he beautiful? Oh, bless him! Look! He knows his mummy! Hallo, Norbert!

Harry: Norbert?

Hagrid: Yeah, well, he's gotta have a name, don't he?

Hagrid: You all right there, Harry? You seem very quiet.

Harry: He killed my parents, didn't he?

[puts a hand to his scar]

Harry: The one who gave me this?

[Hagrid is silent]

Harry: You know, Hagrid. I know you do.

[Hagrid sighs and pushes his bowl aside]

Hagrid: First - and understand this, Harry, 'cause it's very important - not all wizards are good. Some of them go bad. A few years ago there was one wizard that went as bad as you can go, and his name was V-

[sighs]

Hagrid: his name was V...

Harry: Maybe if you wrote it down...

Hagrid: Nah, I can't spell it. Alright

[whispers]

Hagrid: 'Voldemort'

Harry: [loudly] Voldemort?

Hagrid: Shhh! It was dark times, Harry, dark times. Voldemort started to gather some followers, brought 'em over to the dark side. Anyone who stood up to him ended up dead. Your parents fought against him, but nobody lived once he decided to kill them. Nobody... not one... 'cept you.

Harry: Me? Voldemort tried to kill... ME?

Hagrid: Yes. That ain't no ordinary cut on your forehead. A mark like that only comes from being touched by a curse, and an evil curse at that.

Harry: What happened to Vol- to You-Know-Who?

Hagrid: Well, some say he died. Codswallop in my opinion. Nope, I reckon he's still out there, too tired to carry on. But one thing's certain, something about you stumped him that night. That's why you're famous, Harry, that's why everybody knows your name. You're the boy who lived.

Hagrid: Crikey, I'd love a dragon.

Harry: You'd like a dragon?

[Hagrid tells Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco to split into pairs and search the Dark Forest]

Draco Malfoy: Okay. Then I get Fang!

Hagrid: Fine. Just so you know, he's a bloody coward.

Hagrid: Dry up Dursley, you great prune!

Uncle Vernon: He will not be going, I tell you! We swore when we took him in we'd put a stop to all this rubbish!

Harry: You knew? You knew all along and you never told me?

Aunt Petunia: Of course we knew. How could you not be? My perfect sister being who she was. My mother and father were so proud the day she got her letter. "We have a witch in the family. Isn't it wonderful?" I was the only one to see her for what she was... a freak! And then she met that Potter. And then she had you, and I knew you would be the same. Just as strange, just as... abnormal. And then if you please, she went and got herself blown up, and we got landed with you.

Harry: Blown up? You told me my parents died in a car crash!

Hagrid: A car crash? A car crash kill Lily and James Potter?

Aunt Petunia: We had to say something.

Hagrid: It's an outrage! It's a scandal!

Uncle Vernon: He'll not be going!

Hagrid: Oh, and I suppose a great muggle like yourself's gonna stop him, are ya?

Hagrid: If that dolt of a cousin of yours, Dudley, gives you any grief, you could always, um, threaten him with a nice pair of ears to go with that tail of his.

Harry: But, Hagrid, we're not allowed to do magic away from Hogwarts. You know that.

Hagrid: I do, but your cousin don't, do he?

[about Fluffy]

Hagrid: I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the...

Harry: Yes?

Hagrid: Shouldn't have said that. No more questions, don't ask anymore questions!

Hagrid: [after telling Harry, Ron and Hermione how to get past fluffy] Oh! I shouldn't have said that.

Harry: Hagrid, who gave you the Dragon Egg? What did he look like?

Hagrid: I don't know. I never saw his face. He kept his hood up.

Harry: This stranger, though, you and he must've talked.

Hagrid: Well, he wanted to know what sort of creatures I looked after. I told him. I said "After Fluffy, a dragon's gonna be no problem."

Harry: Did he seem interested in Fluffy?

Hagrid: Well, of course he was interested in Fluffy. How often do you come across a 3-headed dog, even if you're in the trade? But I told him I said - I said, "The trick with any beast is to know how to calm him." Take Fluffy, for example, just play him a bit of music and he falls straight asleep.

Hagrid: [pause] I shouldn't have told you that.

Hagrid: See Harry, you're famous.

Harry: But why am I famous, Hagrid? All those people back there, how is it they know who I am?

Hagrid: I'm not sure I'm exactly the right person to tell you that, Harry.

[Hagrid has just very aggressively knocked down the door where the Dursleys are staying]

Hagrid: [Calmly] Sorry about that

[Picks door up and slams it back in place]

[in King's Cross]

Hagrid: What are you lookin' at?

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]

Hagrid: Who told you about Fluffy?

Ron: Fluffy?

Hermione: That thing has a name?

Hagrid: I shouldn't have told you that!

[repeated line]

Hagrid: You're a wizard, Harry

Harry: [writing HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY on the sand-like floor of the boat he and the Dursley's are in] Make a wish, Harry.

[looks at Dudley's watch, it is now his birthday, and blows on the dusty, sand-like floor, when someone is trying to break in, which wakes Dudley up]

Uncle Vernon: [come's into Dudley and Harry's room with a rifle and Aunt Petunia] Who's there?

[the door breaks open, and everyone screams in terror]

Hagrid: Sorry about that.

[puts door back on]

Uncle Vernon: I demand that you leave at once! You are breaking an entry!

Hagrid: [walks over to Vernon] Dry up, Dursley, you great prune!

[bends the rifle's end up and Vernon shoots and walks over to Dudley]

Hagrid: Boy, I hasn't seen yeh since you was a baby, Harry, but you're a little bit longer that I expected, especially right in the middle.

Dudley Dursley: I-I'm not Harry.

Harry: [walks over to Hagrid] I am.

Hagrid: Well, of course you are. Got somethin' for yeh, 'fraid I may have sat on it at some point, but I imagine it'll taste just the same.

[gives Harry a box]

Hagrid: Painted it myself, words and all.

[Dudley looks jealous]

Harry: [opens the box, to reveal a cake that says HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY on it] Thank you.

Hagrid: It's not every day your young man turns eleven, eh?

Hagrid: [Harry and Marcus Flint both see the golden snitch and race for it on their broomsticks, while Harry falls off his and looks sick] Looks like he's gonna be sick!

[Harry spits out the golden snitch]

Lee Jordan: He's got the snitch! Harry Potter receives one-hundred and fifty points for catching the snitch!

Madame Hooch: [flying on broomstick] Gryffindor wins!

[the Gryffindor crowd cheers and Snape looks disgusted]

Hagrid: Yes!

[Harry holds up the snitch and the crowd cheers even more]

[repeated line]

Hagrid: Shouldn't have told yeh tha'.

Harry: What's with the flower? Hagrid... have you combed your hair?

Hagrid: 'S a matter of fact I have. You might want to try the same thing now and again.

Hagrid: I remember when I first met you all. Biggest bunch of misfits I ever set eyes on! You reminded me of myself a little. And here we all are, four years later.

Ron: We're still a bunch of misfits.

Hagrid: Well maybe. But you've all got each other. And Harry of course, soon to be THE YOUNGEST TRI-WIZARD CHAMPION THERE'S EVER BEEN! HOORAY!

Harry: Dragons? That's the first task? You're joking!

Hagrid: Come on, Harry. They're seriously misunderstood creatures. Although, I have to admit, that Horntail is a right nasty piece of work. Poor Ron nearly fainted just seeing them, you know.

Harry: Ron was here?

Hagrid: Well sure. His brother Charlie had to bring them over from Romania. Didn't Ron tell you that?

Harry: No he didn't. He didn't tell me a thing.

Hagrid: I take after my mum. Though I didn't know her very well, she left when I was about three. Broke my dad's heart, though. You know, he was a tiny little feller, my dad. I could pick him up at the age of six, with one hand, and put him up on the dresser.

[He and Olympe laugh]

Hagrid: He laughed so hard at that! And then he died, about when I started school. So I had to make my own way, so to speak... but enough about me. What about you?

Hagrid: First thing you wanna know about hippogriffs, is that they're very proud creatures, very easily offended. You do not want to insult a hippogriff. It may just be the last thing you ever do. Now, who'd like to come and say hello?

[everyone but Harry takes one step back]

Hagrid: Well done, Harry, well done!

Cornelius Fudge: [just after Buckbeak's escape] We must search the grounds!

Dumbledore: Search the *skies* if you must, Minister, but now I think I'll have a nice cup of tea, or a large brandy. Oh, and executioner, your services are no longer required. Thank you.

Hagrid: You'll find no small glasses in *this* house.

[after being "attacked" by Buckbeak the hippogriff]

Malfoy: You're going to regret this.

Hagrid: Class dismissed.

Malfoy: You and your bloody chicken.

Hagrid: [about Buckbeak] I think he may let you ride him now.

Harry: What?

Hagrid: [picking him up and placing him on Buckbeak's back] Come on, right behind the wing joint.

Harry: Hey! Hey hey hey hey hey! Hagrid!

Hagrid: Well, first the committee took turns in talking about 'why we were there'. Then I stood up and said my bit, how Buckbeak was a good hippogriff, always cleaned his feathers. And then Lucius Malfoy got up...

[last lines]

Hagrid: I'd just like to say that, if it hadn't been for you Harry, and Ron and Hermione of course, I would... I'd still be You-Know-Where. So I'd just like to say thanks.

Harry: There's no Hogwarts without you, Hagrid.

[after using a spell to mend Harry's broken arm, Lockhart inadvertently removes all the bones in it]

Gilderoy Lockhart: Ah... yes, well, that can sometimes happen. Um, but, uh, the point is, uh, you can no longer feel any pain. And, very clearly, the bones are not broken.

Hagrid: Broken? There's no bones left!

Gilderoy Lockhart: Much more flexible, though.

Hermione: Look, Hagrid's our friend, why don't we just go and ask him about it?

Ron: That would be a cheerful visit. "Hello Hagrid! Tell us, have you been setting anything mad and hairy loose in the castle lately?"

[Hagrid has walked up behind them]

Hagrid: Mad and hairy? You wouldn't be talkin' about me, now would ya?

Hermione, Ron, Harry: No.

Dumbledore: You will find that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.

Lucius Malfoy: Admirable sentiments. Shall we? Fudge?

Cornelius Fudge: Come, Hagrid. Well?

Hagrid: If, uh, if anybody was looking for some stuff, then all they'd have to do would be to follow the spiders.

Hagrid: Yup. That would lead 'em right. That's all I have to say.

[Hagrid leaves]

[as Ron burps up slugs]

Hagrid: This calls for specialist equipment.

[hands Ron a bucket]

Hagrid: Nothing to do but wait 'til it stops, I'm afraid. Better out than in.

Hermione: He called me a mudblood.

Hagrid: He did not!

Harry: What's a mudblood?

Hermione: It means dirty blood. Mudblood's a really foul name for someone who's muggle born. Someone with non-magic parents. Someone like me. It's not a term one usually hears in civilized conversation.

Hagrid: See the thing is, Harry, there's some wizards, like the Malfoy family, who think they're better than everyone else because they're what people call "pure blood."

Harry: That's horrible!

Ron: [burps up another slug] It's disgusting.

Hagrid: And it's codswallop to boot. "Dirty blood." Why, there isn't a wizard alive today that's not half-blood or less. More to the point, they've yet to think of a spell that our Hermione can't do. Come 'ere. Don't you think on it, Hermione. Don't you think on it for one minute.

[repeated line]

Hagrid: I shouldn't have told you that.

Hagrid: What are you doing here? Get outta my house!

Lucius Malfoy: Believe me, I take absolutely no pleasure being inside your...

[looks around, disgusted]

Lucius Malfoy: You call this a house?

Gilderoy Lockhart: Yes, well, the point is the bones don't hurt anymore.

Hagrid: Bones? There aren't any bones left!

Hermione: He called me a Mudblood.

Hagrid: He did not!