Lucius Malfoy: Your scar is legend. As of course, is the wizard who gave it to you.
Harry: Voldemort killed my parents, he was nothing more than a murderer.
Lucius Malfoy: Hmm, you must be very brave to mention his name... or very foolish.
Ron: They were starving him, Mum. There were bars on his window.
Mrs. Weasley: You'd best hope I don't put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley.
Draco Malfoy: Why are you wearing glasses?
Harry: [disguised as Goyle] Uhh... Reading.
Draco Malfoy: Reading? I didn't know you could read.
Hermione: Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself.
Dumbledore: It is not our abilities that show what we truly are... it is our choices.
Mrs. Weasley: Your sons drove that enchanted car of yours to Surrey and back last night.
Arthur Weasley: [to the boys] Did you really? How did it go?
[Mrs. Weasley hits him]
Arthur Weasley: I mean, that was very wrong indeed boys. Very wrong of you.
Prof. Sprout: Oh, Longbottom's been neglecting his earmuffs.
Seamus Finnigan: No, ma'am, he's fainted.
Prof. Sprout: [pauses and sighs] Yes, well, just leave him there.
Gilderoy Lockhart: Hello. Who are you?
Ron: Ron Weasley.
Gilderoy Lockhart: Really? And, er, who am I?
Ron: [to Harry] Lockhart's Memory Charm backfired. He hasn't got a clue who he is.
Gilderoy Lockhart: [picks up a rock] It's an odd sort of place, isn't it? Do you live here?
Ron: [takes rock from Lockhart] No.
Gilderoy Lockhart: Are you sure?
[Ron hits Lockhart on the head with the rock, knocking him out]
Moaning Myrtle: Oh, Harry? If you die down there, you're welcome to share my toilet.
Harry: Uh... thanks, Myrtle.
Oliver Wood: I don't believe it! Where do you think you're going, Flint?
Marcus Flint: Qudditch practice!
Oliver Wood: But I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today.
Marcus Flint: Easy, Wood. I've got a note.
Oliver Wood: "I, Professor Severus Snape do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new Seeker." You've got a new seeker? Who?
[Malfoy steps out from behind the crowd]
Harry Potter: Malfoy?
Draco Malfoy: Thats right. And that's not all that's new this year.
[Shows everyone the new brooms]
Ron: Those are Nimbus Two-Thousand and Ones! How'd you get those?
Marcus Flint: A gift from Draco's father.
Draco Malfoy: You see, Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best.
Hermione Granger: At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent.
Draco Malfoy: No one asked your opinion you filthy little Mudblood!
Ron: You'll pay for that one Malfoy! Eat slugs!
[Ron's spell backfires, causing him to spit up slugs]
Colin Creevey: Can you turn him around Harry?
Harry Potter: No Colin! Get out of the way!
Uncle Vernon: And Dudley, you will be?
Dudley Dursley: I'll be waiting to open the door.
Uncle Vernon: Excellent. And you?
Harry: I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I don't exist.
[Ron's curse on Malfoy backfired, he's belching up slugs]
Hagrid: This calls for specialist equipment
[hands Ron a bucket]
Hagrid: Nothing to do but wait til it stops I'm afraid
[Ron belches up another slug]
Hagrid: Better out than in. Who was Ron trying to curse anyway?
Harry: Malfoy. He called Hermione a... well, I'm not sure what it means.
Hermione: [on the verge of tears] He called me a Mudblood.
Hagrid: [gasps] He did not.
Harry: What's a Mudblood?
Hermione: It means "dirty blood". Mudblood's a really foul name for someone with non magic parents. Someone like me.
Hagrid: You see Harry, there are some people, like the Malfoys, who think they're better than everyone else because they're what's called "pure blood".
Harry: That's horrible.
Ron: [more slugs] It's disgusting.
Hagrid: And it's codswallop to boot. Why there isn't a wizard alive who isn't half blood or less, and moreover they've yet to think of a spell that our Hermione can't do.
[takes her hand]
Hagrid: Don't you think on it Hermione. Don't you think on it one moment.
[last lines]
Hagrid: And 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 juste like to say: thanks.
Harry: It's not Hogwarts without you, Hagrid.
[Dumbledore starts clapping; the whole Hall claps and gathers round Hagrid]
Tom Marvolo Riddle: Funny, the damage a silly little book can do, especially in the hands of a silly little girl.
Tom Marvolo Riddle: How is it that a baby with no extraordinary magical talent was able to defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How did you escape with nothing but a scar, while Lord Voldemort's powers were destroyed?
Harry: What do you care about Voldemort? Voldemort was after your time!
Tom Marvolo Riddle: Voldemort is my past, present, and future.
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