applied_machine_learning_public

Project 4

Final Script:

Harry: Everyone look at Hogwarts. Harry: Sorry, he’s got her bloody: Why? Harry: Yes! Hermione: Love, Harry, do you plan? Narrator:[The ball] Snape: How is it you play Copsound you belong. Hagrid: I get a smight wn’t he? Anything of about this way in ground, they are thes? Fast befind up! Narrator: [ret rupion at the other students of held who then they can] Hermione: Neville’s cloaked figure. It is a corridor with along it will find that boy. I truet, Hagrid? Harry: when Harry is outside Snape son with con sime. He looks oft, rathirg down the staircase tower. The group crowds around. Ron: Phoo-you that this knowh? Harry: There’s no such thing as phoou! Narrator:[Fall yes, and Harry comes around and pulls Ron and Hermione ereble, chessen again, a wall, as in hurrripleys] With a sund. [Petunia and Draco smugly grins, not paying attention.] The students, oncery. [s corridor] The school where your serious lack of erised.]

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Harry: Quick! Let’s hand.]

Man: Welcome back, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked job for years. Narrator:[Ron, having just finished a crimbing Harry’s cake, and aims the figure who slides out of the troll’s hand and hovers above its head. The troll looks up, confused, just as Snape and Quirrell come rushing in. They all gasps and groubs him.] Harry: Give it here, Malfoy, or I’ll knock you off your broom! Draco: Is head over to another left coulde’t to each other.]

Tom: Ah, Hagrid! The usual, I presume? Hagrid: No thanks, Tom. I’m on official Narrator: Harry and Ron rush in; Hermione rolls her eyes my uppears on all the tables, and the hall is filled with awe and chatter.]

Harry: Wow. Narrator:[Draco looks on] Draco: in death. Narrator: [Draco raises his eyebrows. Snape sees Harry, wro then classroom, the the first time I met him. Hermione: IN It’s Harry Potter. I’m Hermione Granger…and you are…? Narrator: [with his arm bandaged. He awakens, puts on his glasses, and sits on the stool and McGonagall places the sorting hat on