Horace Slughorn: Good God. Dear fellow, however did you manage to kill it?
Rubeus Hagrid: Kill it? Me oldest friend, he was.
Horace Slughorn: I'm so sorry, I didn't...
Rubeus Hagrid: Don't worry yourself, you're not alone. Seriously misunderstood creatures, spiders are. It's the eyes, I reckon. They unnerve some folk.
Harry Potter: Not to mention the pincers.
Rubeus Hagrid: Yeah, I reckon that too.
Rubeus Hagrid: Professor Dumbledore, sir, it wasn't Harry.
Albus Dumbledore: Hagrid...
Rubeus Hagrid: I'd be prepared to swear it in front of the Ministry.
Albus Dumbledore: Hagrid. Relax. I do not believe... that Harry attacked anyone.
Rubeus Hagrid: Of course you don't. Oh. Right. Well, I'll... I'll just wait outside, then.
Harry Potter: I think my arm is broken.
Gilderoy Lockhart: Not to worry. I will fix that arm of yours straightaway.
Harry Potter: No. Not you.
Gilderoy Lockhart: Boy doesn't know what he's saying. This won't hurt a bit. Brackium Emendo! (Lockhart makes Harry's bones disappear) Yes, well, that can sometimes happen... but the point is... you can no longer feel any pain, and, very clearly, the bones are not broken.
Rubeus Hagrid: Broken? There's no bones left.
Gilderoy Lockhart: Much more flexible, though.
Rubeus Hagrid: Who was Ron trying to curse, anyway?
Harry Potter: Malfoy. He called Hermione... Well, I don't know exactly what it means.
Hermione Granger: He called me a Mudblood.
Rubeus Hagrid: He did not.
Harry Potter: What's a Mudblood?
Hermione Granger: 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.
Rubeus Hagrid: See, the thing is, Harry, there are some wizards, like the Malfoy family... who think they're better than everyone else because they're pure-blood.
Harry Potter: That's horrible.
Ron Weasley: It's disgusting.
Rubeus 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 here. Don't you think on it, Hermione. Don't you think on it for one minute.
Rubeus Hagrid: If that dolt of a cousin of yours, Dudley, gives you any grief... you could always... threaten him... with a nice pair of ears to go with that tail of his.
Harry Potter: But Hagrid, we're not allowed to do magic away from Hogwarts. You know that.
Rubeus Hagrid: I do. But your cousin don't, do he?
Harry Potter: Hagrid, who gave you the dragon egg? What did he look like?
Rubeus Hagrid: I don't know, I never saw his face. He kept his hood up.
Harry Potter: The stranger, though, you and he must have talked.
Rubeus 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 Potter: And did he seem interested in Fluffy?
Rubeus Hagrid: Well, of course he was interested in Fluffy. How often do you come across a three-headed dog, even if you're in the trade? But I told him. 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 to sleep. (the trio looks at each other) I shouldn't have told you that. Where are you going? Wait!
Rubeus Hagrid: Now, you listen to me, all three of you. You're meddling in things that ought not to be meddled in. It's dangerous. What that dog is guarding is strictly between Professor Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel.
Harry Potter: Nicholas Flamel?
Rubeus Hagrid: I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that...