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 Dumbledore: I should've known that you would be here, Professor McGonagall.
McGonagall: Good evening, Professor Dumbledore.
McGonagall: Are the rumors true, Albus?
Dumbledore: I'm afraid so, professor.
Dumbledore: The good and the bad.
McGonagall: And the boy?
Dumbledore: Hagrid is bringing him.
McGonagall: Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?
Dumbledore: Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life.
Hagrid: Professor Dumbledore, sir.
Hagrid: Professor McGonagall.
Dumbledore: No problems, I trust, Hagrid?
Hagrid: No, sir.
Hagrid: Little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol.
Hagrid: Try not to wake him.
Hagrid: There you go.
Dumbledore: Albus, do you really think it's safe, leaving him with these people?
McGonagall: I've watched them all day.
McGonagall: They're the worst sort of Muggles, imaginable.
McGonagall: They really are...
Dumbledore: The only family he has.
McGonagall: This boy will be famous.
McGonagall: There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know his name.
Dumbledore: Exactly.
Dumbledore: He's far better off growing up away from all of that.
Dumbledore: Until he's ready.
Dumbledore: There, there, Hagrid.
Dumbledore: It's not really goodbye, after all.
Dumbledore: Good luck...Harry Potter.
Petunia: Up. Get up!
Petunia: Now!
Dudley: Wake up, cousin!
Dudley: We're going to the zoo!
Petunia: Here he comes, the birthday boy.
Vernon: Happy birthday, son.
Petunia: Why don't you just cook the breakfast, and try not to burn anything.
Harry: Yes, Aunt Petunia.
Petunia: I want everything to be perfect for my Dudley's special day!
Vernon: Hurry up! Bring my coffee, boy.
Harry: Yes, Uncle Vernon.
Petunia: Aren't they wonderful, darling?
Dudley: How many are there?
Vernon: 36. Counted them myself.
Dudley: 36?! But last year... last year I had 37!
Vernon: But some of them are quite a bit bigger than last year's.
Dudley: I don't care how big they are!
Petunia: Oh, now, now, now.
Petunia: This is what we're going to do...
Petunia: is that when we go out, we're going to buy you two new presents.
Petunia: How's that, pumpkin?
Petunia: It should be a lovely day at the zoo.
Petunia: I'm really looking forward to it.
Vernon: I'm warning you now, boy.
Vernon: Any funny business, any at all...
Vernon: And you won't have any meals for a week.
Vernon: Get in.
Dudley: Make it move.
Vernon: Move!
Dudley: Move!
Harry: He's asleep!
Dudley: He's boring.
Harry: Sorry about him.
Harry: He doesn't understand what it's like, lying there day after day...
Harry: ...watching people press their ugly faces in on you.
Harry: Can you hear me?
Harry: It's just, I've never talked to a snake before.
Harry: Do you...?
Harry: I mean, do you talk to people often?
Harry: You're from Burma, aren't you?
Harry: Was it nice there?
Harry: Do you miss your family?
Harry: I see. That's me as well.
Harry: I never knew my parents either.
Harry: Mummy, Dad, come here!
Dudley: you won't believe what this snake is doing!
Snake: Thanks.
Harry: Anytime.
Someone: Snake!
Dudley: Mum! Mummy! Help me!
Petunia: My darling boy!
Petunia: How did you get in there?
Petunia: Who did this?
Petunia: How did you get in there?
Petunia: ls there a snake?
Petunia: It's all right, sweetheart.
Petunia: We'll get you out of these cold clothes.
Vernon: What happened?
Harry: I swear, I don't know!
Harry: One minute the glass was there and then it was gone, it was like magic.
Vernon: There's no such thing as magic.
Petunia: And smile!
Petunia: Vernon, just look at him!
Petunia: I can't believe it!
Petunia: In just a week, he'll be off to Smeltings.
Vernon: Caveat Smeltonia.
Vernon: Proudest moment of my life.
Harry: Will I have to wear that too?
Petunia: What? You? Go to Smeltings?
Petunia: Don't be so stupid!
Petunia: You're going to go to the state school.

Dataset: Harry potter conversational text corpus

Dataset Details

This corpus contains conversational data in text format

Usage

  • text classification
  • token classification
  • question answering
Language

en

License

apache 2.0

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