Hermione: [after Hagrid gives Ron Scabbers back] I think you owe someone an apology.
Ron: Right. Next time I see Crookshanks, I'll let him know.
Hermione: [annoyed] I meant me!
Ron: I'm warning you Hermione! Keep that bloody beast of yours away from Scabbers or I'll turn it into a tea cozy!
Hermione: It's a cat, Ronald! What do you expect? It's in his nature.
Ron: A cat? Is that what they told you? It looks more like a pig with hair if you ask me.
Hermione: That's rich, coming from the owner of that smelly old shoe brush. It's alright, Crookshanks. Just ignore the mean little boy.
Ron: [sitting bolt upright in bed] Spiders... the spiders... they want me to tap-dance. And I don't want to tap-dance!
Harry: You tell those spiders, Ron.
Ron: Yeah, tell them... I'll tell them...
[falls straight back asleep]
Hermione: It's meant to be the most haunted building in Britain. Did I mention that?
Hermione: Oh. Do you want to move a bit closer?
Hermione: To the Shrieking Shack.
Ron: Oh, no. I'm fine here.
Harry: What's the holdup?
Ron: Probably Neville's forgotten the password again.
Neville Longbottom: [behind them] Hey!
Ron: Oh... You're there...
Ron: I didn't mean to open it.
Ron: It was badly wrapped.
Ron: [points at Fred and George] They made me do it!
George Weasley, Fred Weasley: Did not!
Dumbledore: Mysterious thing, time. Powerful, and when meddled with, dangerous. Sirius Black is in the topmost cell of the dark tower. You know the laws, Miss Granger. You must not be seen, and you would do well, I feel, to return before this last chime. If not, the consequences are too ghastly to discuss. If you succeed tonight, more than one innocent life may be spared. Three turns, should do it, I think.
[He starts to exit, turns back]
Dumbledore: Oh, by the way. When in doubt, I find retracing my steps to be a wise place to begin. Good luck.
Ron: What the bloody hell was that all about?
Ron: Bloody hell!
Malfoy: Ah, come to see the show?
Hermione: [shouts] You! You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!
[Hermione raises her wand at Malfoy. He backs against the wall, whimpering]
Ron: Hermione, no! He's not worth it.
[Hermione lowers her wand and turns away. Malfoy starts laughing, she spins around and socks him in the nose]
Vincent Crabbe: Malfoy! Are you okay? Come on, let's go!
Malfoy: [running away] Quick! Not a word to anyone! Understood?
Hermione: That felt good.
Ron: Not good, brilliant!
Ron: [as Harry lays unconcious] Looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?
Fred Weasley: Peaky? What'd you expect him to look like? He fell fifty feet.
George Weasley: Yeah, c'mon, Ron. We'll walk you off the Astronomy Tower and see how you come out looking.
Harry: Probably a right sight better than he normally does.
[he opens his eyes to see everyone is with him]
Hermione: Harry! How are you feeling?
Harry: [he slips on his glasses] Brilliant.
Fred Weasley: Gave us a right good scare, mate.
Harry: What happened?
Ron: You fell off your broom.
Harry: Really? I meant the match. Who won?
[silence, no one is answering]
Hermione: No one blames you, Harry. The Dementors aren't meant to come on the grounds. Dumbledore was furious. After he saved you, he sent them straight off.
Ron: There's something else you should know, Harry. Your Nimbus - when it blew away? - it sort of landed in the Whomping Willow. And well...
[he hands Harry his broken broom stick]
Harry: Egypt, huh? What's it like?
Ron: Brilliant! Loads of cool stuff. Mummies, tombs. Even Scabbers enjoyed himself.
Hermione: You know, the Egyptians used to worship cats.
Ron: Yeah, along with the dung beetle.
Hermione: Beautiful day.
Ron: Gorgeous. Unless of course you've been ripped to pieces.
Harry: Ripped to pieces? What are you talking about?
Hermione: Ronald has lost his rat.
Ron: I haven't lost anything! Your cat killed him!
Ron: Harry, you've seen the way that blood thirsty beast of hers is always lurking about. And now Scabbers is gone!
Hermione: Well maybe you should learn to take better care of your pets!
Ron: Your cat killed him!
Hermione: Did not!
Professor Trelawney: Your aura is pulsing! Are you in the beyond? I think you are!
Professor Trelawney: Look at the cup, tell me what you see!
Ron: Oh yeah... well, Harry's got a sort of wonky cross... that's trials and suffering. And, uh, that there could be the sun, and that's happiness, so... you're gonna suffer... but you're gonna be happy about it...
Ron: Hermione, when did you get here?
Harry: What happened to me?
Ron: Well, you sort of went rigid. We thought maybe you were having a fit or something.
Harry: And did either of you two, you know, pass out?
Ron: No... I felt weird though, like I'd never be cheerful again.
Harry: But someone was screaming... a woman...
Hermione: No one was screaming, Harry.
Ron: Listen to the idiot! He's really laying it on thick, isn't he?
Harry: At least Hagrid didn't get fired.
Hermione: Yeah, but I hear Draco's father's furious. We haven't heard the end of this.
[the train has stopped]
Ron: There's something moving out there.
Ron: [looking at Lupin who has just turned into a werewolf] Nice doggie... nice doggie...
Ron: Neville, you're supposed to stroke it!
Ron: Who do you think that is?
Hermione: Professor R. J. Lupin.
Ron: Do you know everything?
Ron: How is it she knows everything?
Hermione: [annoyed] It's on his suitcase, Ronald.
[Hermione looks at Ron's broken leg, and they flirt by mimicking Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson]
Hermione: Ow! That looks really painful.
Ron: It's sorta painful. They uh, they might... chop it.
Hermione: I'm sure Madame Pomfrey will fix it in a heartbeat.
Ron: It's too late, it's ruined. It'll have to be chopped off.
Ron: [when Harry and Hermione reappear] How did you get there? I... I was talking to you there! And now you're there!
Hermione: What's he talking about Harry?
Harry: I dunno. Honestly Ron, how can people be in two places at once?
Ginny Weasley: The Fat lady... she's gone!
Ron: Serves her right. She was a terrible singer...
Hermione: That's not funny, Ron!
Ron: Let me get this strait. Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban to come after you?
Hermione: But they'll catch Black, won't they? I mean, everyone's looking for him.
Ron: Sure. Except no one's ever broken out of Azkaban before, and he's a murderous raving lunatic.
Harry: Thanks, Ron.
Professor Snape: That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Tell me, are you incapable of restraining yourself, or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?
Ron: He's got a point, you know.
Sirius Black: Sorry about the bite, I reckon that twinges a bit.
Ron: A bit? A bit? You almost tore my leg off!
Sirius Black: I *was* going for the rat. Normally, I have a very sweet disposition as a dog. In fact, more than once, James suggested that I make the change permanent. The tail I could live with. But the fleas? They're murder.
Harry: I didn't mean to blow her up, I just... lost control.
Hermione: Honestly Ron, it's not funny! Harry was lucky not to be expelled.
Harry: I think I was lucky not to have been arrested actually.
Ron: I still think it's brilliant.
Hermione: [to Harry] Look who it is... Madame Rosmerta. Ron fancies her!
Ron: That's not true!
Ron: She's gone mental, Hermione has. I mean, not that she wasn't always mental, but now it's out in the open for everyone to see!
[about the newspaper clipping Ron was showing Harry and Hermione]
George Weasley: Not flashing that clipping again, are you, Ron?
Ron: I haven't shown anyone!
Fred Weasley: No, not a soul! Unless you count Tom.
George Weasley: The day maid.
Fred Weasley: The night maid.
George Weasley: The cook.
Fred Weasley: That bloke who came to fix the toilet.
George Weasley: And that wizard from Belgium!
Hermione: Harry, Harry!
Shrunken head 1: I say! No underage wizards allowed in today.
Shrunken head 1: Shut the damn door!
Hermione: So rude!
Shrunken head 2: Thick-heads... how dare they. Who are they calling Thick-heads? Young whippersnappers!
Ron: [Hermione is walking towards the werewolf Lupin] Hermione... bad idea... bad idea...
Malfoy: Potter! Is it true you fainted? I mean, you actually fainted?
Ron: Shove off, Malfoy.
Harry: How did he find out?
Hermione: Just forget it.
Ron: Harry, what did you just do?
Hermione: You attacked a teacher!
Hermione: Headmaster, you've got to stop them! They've got the wrong man!
Harry: It's true, sir! Sirius is innocent!
Ron: It's Scabbers who did it.
Ron: He's my rat, sir. Well he's not really a rat. Well, he was a rat, he was my brother Percy's rat, but then they gave him an owl, and I got...
Hermione: The *point* is, we know the truth. Please believe us.
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (2002)
Ron: Why spiders? Why couldn't it be "follow the butterflies"?
Ron: They were starving him, Mum! There were bars on his window!
Mrs. Weasley: Well, you'd best hope I don't put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley!
Ron: Follow the spiders? Follow the spiders? If Hagrid ever gets out of Azkaban, I'll kill him! I mean, what was the point of sending us in there? What have we found out?
Harry: We know one thing. Hagrid never opened the Chamber of Secrets. He was innocent.
Gilderoy Lockhart: Hello. Who are you?
Ron: Um... Ron Weasley.
Gilderoy Lockhart: Really! And,uh, wh-who am I?
Ron: Lockhart's memory charm backfired! He hasn't got a clue who he is!
Gilderoy Lockhart: It's an odd sort of place, this, isn't it? Do you live here?
Gilderoy Lockhart: Really?
[knocks Lockhart unconscious with a rock]
Oliver Wood: I don't believe it! Where you think you're going, Flint?
Marcus Flint: Qudditch practice!
Oliver Wood: I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today.
Marcus Flint: Easy, Wood. I've got a note.
Ron: Uh-oh. I smell trouble.
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: That's 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 jinx backfires, hitting him in his chest and knocking him several feet backwards. The Gryffindor team and Hermione run to his side]
Hermione Granger: You okay, Ron? Say something!
[Ron opens his mouth and coughs up a huge slug and Colin Creevey begins snapping away with his camera]
Colin Creevey: Wow! Can you turn him around Harry?
Harry Potter: No Colin! Get out of the way!
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.
Ron: It's not much, but it's home.
Harry: I think it's brilliant.
Hermione: Professor, I was wondering if you could tell us about the Chamber of Secrets.
Professor Minerva McGonagall: [seeing everyone's faces] Very well. Well, you all know, of course, that Hogwarts was founded over a thousand years ago, by the four greatest witches and wizards of the age. Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin. Now three of the founders co-existed quite harmoniously. One did not.
Ron: Three guesses who.
Professor Minerva McGonagall: Salazar Slytherin wished to be more selective about the students admitted to Hogwarts. He believed magical learning should be kept within all magic families. In other words, pure bloods. Unable to sway the others, he decided to leave the school. Now according to legend, Slytherin had built a hidden chamber in this castle, known as the Chamber of Secrets. Though shortly before departing, he sealed it until that time when his own true heir returned to the school. The heir alone would be able to open the chamber and unleash the horror within, and by so doing, purge the school of all those who, in Slytherin's view, were unworthy to study magic.
Professor Minerva McGonagall: Well naturally the school has been searched many times. No such chamber has been found.
Ron: Do you think it's true? Do you think there really is a Chamber of Secrets?
Hermione: Yes. Couldn't you tell? McGonagall's worried. All the teachers are.
Harry: But if there really is a Chamber of Secrets, and it really has been opened, then that means...
Hermione: The heir of Slytherin has returned to Hogwarts. The question is; who is it?
Ron: [sarcastically] Let's think. Who do we know who thinks all muggle borns are scum?
Hermione: If you're talking about Malfoy...
Ron: Of course! You heard him. 'You'll be next mudbloods'.
Hermione: I heard him. But Malfoy, the heir of Slytherin?
Ron: You're a parselmouth! Why didn't you tell us?
Harry: I'm a what?
Hermione: You can talk to snakes!
Harry: I know. I mean, I accidentally set a python on my cousin Dudley at the zoo once. Once. But so what? I bet loads of people here can do it.
Hermione: No, they can't! It's not a very common gift, Harry. This is bad.
Harry: What's bad? If I hadn't told that snake not to attack Justin...
Ron: Oh, that's what you said to it?
Harry: You were there! You heard me!
Ron: I head you speaking parseltongue. Snake language.
Harry: I spoke a different language? But I didn't realize... how can speak a language without knowing I can?
Hermione: I don't know, Harry, but it sounded like you were egging the snake on or something. Harry, listen to me. There's a reason the symbol of Slytherin house is a serpent. Salazar Slytherin was a parselmouth, he could talk to snakes too.
Ron: Exactly! Now the whole school is gonna think you're his great-great-great-grandson or something.
Harry: But I'm not! I can't be.
Hermione: He lived a thousand years ago. For all we know, you could be.
Ron: Eugh... essence of Crabbe...
Ron: Where's Hermione when you need her?
Harry: Remember what Aragog said about that girl 50 years ago? She died in a bathroom. What if she never left?
Ron: Moaning Myrtle!
Dumbledore: You both realize, of course, that in the past few hours you have broken perhaps a dozen school rules.
Harry, Ron: Yes, sir.
Dumbledore: And that there is sufficient evidence to have you both expelled.
Harry, Ron: Yes, sir.
Dumbledore: Therefore, it is only fitting that you both receive...
Dumbledore: Special awards for services to the school.
Harry: You're Aragog, aren't you?
Aragog: Yes. Hagrid has never sent men into our hollow before.
Harry: He's in trouble. Up at the school there've been attacks. They think it's Hagrid. They think he opened the Chamber of Secrets, like before.
Aragog: That's a lie! Hagrid never opened the Chamber of Secrets!
Harry: Then you're not the monster?
Aragog: No! The monster was born in the castle. I came to Hagrid from a distant land, in the pocket of a traveler.
Ron: [terrified] Harry.
Harry: But, if you're not the monster, then-then what did kill that girl 50 years ago?
Aragog: We do not speak of it! It is an ancient creature we spiders fear above all others.
Harry: But have you seen it?
Aragog: I never saw any part of the castle but the box in which Hagrid kept me. The girl was discovered in a bathroom. When I was accused, Hagrid brought me here.
[Ron points at the spiders surrounding them]
Harry: Well... thank you. We'll just go.
Aragog: Go? I think not. My sons and daughters do not harm Hagrid on my command, but I cannot deny them fresh meat when it wanders so willingly into our midst. Goodbye, friend of Hagrid.
Ron: Can we panic now?
Ron: [in high voice] My wand. Look at my wand.
Harry: Be thankful it's not your neck.
Ron: [spellotaping his broken wand] Say it, I'm doomed.
Harry: You're doomed.
Ron: Dad loves muggles. Thinks they're fascinating.
Hermione: It's a bit strange, isn't it?
Hermione: You hear this voice, a voice only you can hear, and then Mrs. Norris turns up petrified? It's just... strange.
Harry: Do you think I should have told them? Dumbledore and the others, I mean.
Ron: Are you mad?
Hermione: No, Harry. Even in the wizarding world, hearing voices isn't a good sign.
Harry: It's a snake skin.
Ron: Bloody hell. Whatever shed this must be 60 feet long, or more.
[Gilderoy Lockhart passes out]
Ron: [to Harry] Heart of a lion, this one.
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.
[about Crabbe and Goyle]
Ron: Maybe we could trick them into telling.
Hermione: Even *they* aren't that thick.
[Snape blasts Lockhart off his feet in a practice duel]
Hermione: Do you think he's all right?
Ron: Who cares?
Fred Weasley: Look everyone, it's the heir of Slytherin!
George Weasley: Be careful! He's a seriously evil wizard.
Ron: Come on, Harry. Fred and George were just having a laugh.
Harry: They're the only ones.
Ron: Okay, so half the school thinks you're nipping off to the Chamber of Secrets every night. Who cares?
Harry: Maybe they're right.
Hermione: Harry! Harry? Oh, come on!
Harry: Look, I didn't know I could speak Parseltongue! What else don't I know about myself? Look. Maybe you can do something, even something horrible and not know you did it.
Hermione: You don't believe that, Harry. I know you don't. And if it makes you feel any better, Malfoy's staying for the holidays, too.
Ron: Why would that make anyone feel any better?
Hermione: Because, in a few days the Polyjuice Potion will be ready! In a few days, we may truly know who is the heir of Slytherin.
Hermione: Look at my face.
Ron: Look at your tail.
[after Lockhart reveals his ineptness at fighting the Dark Arts]
Ron: Is there anything you CAN do?
Gilderoy Lockhart: Yes, now you mention it. I'm rather gifted with Memory Charms. Otherwise, you see, all those wizards would have gone blabbing. And I'd never have sold another book.
[Crabbe and Goyle eat the floating Sleeping Draught cupcakes]
Ron: How thick could you get?
Professor Snape: You were seen. By no less than seven Muggles! Do you have any idea how serious this is? You have risked the exposure of our world! Not to mention the damage you inflicted on a Whomping Willow that's been on these grounds since before you were born!
Ron: Honestly, Professor Snape, I think it did more damage to us.
Professor Snape: Silence! I assure you that were you in Slytherin and your fate rested with me, the both of you would be on the train home tonight!
Ron: Have you spoken to Hermione?
Harry: She should be out of hospital in a few days... when she stops coughing up fur balls.
[Harry and Ron are staring at each other after changing into Crabbe and Goyle]
Ron: [in own voice] Bloody Hell!
Harry: We still sound like ourselves. You need to sound more like Crabbe.
Ron: [in lower voice] Um... Bloody hell
Ron: Enlighten me. Why are we brewing this potion in broad daylight, in the middle of a girls lavatory? Don't you think we'll get caught?
Hermione: No. No one ever comes in here.
Hermione: Moaning Myrtle.
Moaning Myrtle: Here I am, minding my own business, and someone thinks it's funny to throw a book at me.
Ron: But, it can't hurt if someone throws something at you. I mean, it would just go right through you.
Moaning Myrtle: [swooping down towards Ron] Sure! Let's all throw books at Myrtle, because she can't feel it! Ten points if you get it through her stomach!
[punches Ron in stomach]
Moaning Myrtle: Fifty points if it goes through her head!
[punches Ron in head]
Ron: If it kills by looking people in the eye, why is it no one's dead?
Harry: Because no one did look it in the eye. Not directly, at least. Colin saw it through his camera. Justin... Justin must've seen the basilisk through Nearly Headless Nick. Nick got the full blast of it, but he's a ghost; he couldn't die again. And Hermione... had the mirror! I bet you anything she was using it to look around corners in case it came along.
Ron: And Mrs. Norris? I'm pretty sure she didn't have a camera or a mirror, Harry.
Harry: The water. There was water on the floor that night. She only saw the basilisk's reflection.
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (2001)
Hagrid: Who told you about Fluffy?
Hermione: That thing has a name?
Ron: It's spooky! She knows more about you than you do!
Harry: Who doesn't?
Hermione: Now if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed - or worse, expelled.
Ron: She needs to sort out her priorities!
[in the Devil's Snare]
Hermione: Stop moving, both of you. This is devil's snare! You have to relax. If you don't, it'll only kill you faster!
Ron: Kill us faster? Oh, now I can relax!
Hermione: Ron, you don't suppose this is going to be like... *real* wizard's chess, do you?
Ron: [looks around] You there, D5!
[one of the giant black pawns crosses the board, the white pawn smashes it with a violent blow]
Ron: [swallows] Yes, Hermione, I think this is gonna be *exactly* like wizard's chess.
Ron: Wingardium leviosar!
Hermione: Stop, stop, stop! You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's LeviOsa, not LeviosAR!
Hermione: Neville, I'm really, really sorry about this.
[raises her wand]
Hermione: Petrificus Totalus!
[Neville's arms snap to his sides, and he drops to the floor, frozen stiff as a board]
Ron: You're a little scary sometimes, you know that? Brilliant... but scary.
Hermione: Look at you playing with your cards. Pathetic! We've got final exams coming up soon.
Ron: I'm ready! Ask me any question.
Hermione: All right, what are the three most crucial ingredients in a Forgetfulness Potion?
Ron: I forgot.
Hermione: And what, may I ask, do you plan to do if this comes up in the final exam?
Ron: Copy off you?
Hermione: No, you won't! Besides, according to Professor McGonagall, we're to be given special quills bewitched with an anti-cheating spell.
Ron: That's insulting! It's as if they don't trust us!
Harry: Good of you to get us out of trouble like that.
Ron: Mind you, we did save her life!
Harry: Mind you, she might not have needed saving if you hadn't insulted her.
Ron: What are friends for?
Ron: I'm Ron by the way, Ron Weasley.
Harry: I'm Harry. Harry Potter.
Ron: So... so it's true! I mean, do you really have the... the...
Harry: The what?
Ron: [in a hushed tone] The scar?
[shows him the scar on his forehead]
Ron: I think we've had a bad influence on her.
[during the final chess game; Harry looks around at the board]
Harry: Wait a minute!
Ron: You see it, don't you, Harry? Once I make my move, the Queen will take me. Then you're free to check the King.
Harry: No. Ron, NO!
Hermione: What is it?
Harry: He's going to sacrifice himself.
Hermione: No, you can't, there must be another way!
Ron: Do you want to stop Snape from getting that stone or not?
[Hermione looks stunned]
Ron: Harry, it's you that has to go on, I *know* it. Not me, not Hermione, YOU.
[Harry takes a deep breath and nods]
Ron: [after a deep breath] Knight to H3.
[Ron and his horse advance to the next square. Ron breathes deep]
[The white Queen turns, advances slowly upon him, then draws her sword and plunges it into his horse, throwing him violently to the ground]
[Hermione makes as if to run to him]
Harry: [to Hermione] NO! DON'T MOVE! Don't forget - we're still playing.
[Harry moves three squares diagonally to his left and turns to face the King]
Ron: Happy Christmas, Harry.
Ron: [Harry and Ron arrive late to Transfiguration, relieved that Professor McGonagall isn't there yet] Whew, made it. Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?
[the cat sitting at the head of the class suddenly transforms into her]
Ron: That was bloody brilliant!
Professor McGonagall: Well, thank you for that assessment, Mr Weasley. Perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr Potter and yourself into a pocket watch? That way, one of you might be on time.
Harry: We got lost.
Professor McGonagall: Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats.
Ron: What do they think they're doing, keeping a thing like that locked up in a school?
Hermione: You don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't you see what it was standing on?
Ron: I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads... or maybe you didn't notice? There were three!
Hermione: It means you'll never die.
Ron: [angry] I know what it means!
Ron: Mental that one, I'm telling you.
Ron: Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow!
[after being in the Dark Forest]
Harry: I think if he'd had the chance, he might've tried to kill me tonight.
Ron: And to think, I've been worrying about my potions final.
Fred Weasley: Well done, Harry. Wood's just told us.
Ron: Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters.
George Weasley: Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch.
Fred Weasley: Brutal, but no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally, but they'll turn up in a month or two!
[stepping over Neville lying on the floor, whom Hermione has petrified using the "Petrificus Totalus Curse"]
Ron: It's for your own good, you know.
Ron: I look good!
Seamus Finnigan: Eye of rabbit, harp string hum, turn this water into rum.
[he checks the goblet, then tries again]
Seamus Finnigan: Eye of rabbit, harp string hum...
Harry: What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water?
Ron: Turn it to rum. Actually managed a weak tea yesterday! Before...
[after seeing Ron's queen destroy Harry's knight]
Hermione: That's totally barbaric!
Ron: That's wizard's chess.
Ron: [Neville comes hopping in, his legs apparently stuck together] Leg-Locker Curse?
Ron: You have *got* to start standing up to people, Neville.
Neville Longbottom: [wobbling uncontrollably] How? I can barely stand at all!
Seamus Finnigan: [jumping up, wand at the ready] I'll do the counter-curse!
Neville Longbottom: No, that's all I need... you to set my bloody kneecaps on fire!
Seamus Finnigan: [slamming his wand down] I don't appreciate the insinuation, Longbottom. Besides, if anyone cares to notice, my eyebrows have completely grown back!
[stalks off angrily, showing a large chunk of hair missing from the back of his head]
Harry: I found him!
[hands Ron a Chocolate Frog card of Dumbledore]
Ron: 'Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the Dark Wizard Grindelwald in 1945-'
Harry: Go on.
Ron: '-for his discovery of the 12 uses of Dragon Blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamel!'
Harry: I knew the name sounded familiar, I read it on the train that day.
Hermione: [Beaming excitedly] Follow me!
[the Trio tears out of the Great Hall, leaving poor Neville still flailing around]
Neville Longbottom: Hey, wait, where are you going? What about the counter-curse?
[Before he can say another word he topples over backwards, sparking a fresh round of laughter from the other students]
George Weasley: [while sitting at the Gryffindor table, eating Christmas dinner] How do you like yours, Ron?
[Ron, however, keep glancing over at Harry, who is sitting far away from everyone else, staring into the fire, remembering the image of his parents from the Mirror of Erised]
George Weasley: Ron?
Ron: I'll be right back.
[puts his utensils down and goes to Harry]
Ron: Wanna play chess?
Ron: Wanna go and visit Hagrid?
Ron: I know what you're thinking Harry, but don't. There's something not right about that mirror.
[Harry merely nods in acknowledgement as Ron rejoins the other Gryffindors]
Ron: [mimicking Hermione] "It's Levi-OOOOH-sa not LevioSAR." She's a nightmare, honestly. It's no wonder she hasn't got any friends!
[Hermione comes up from behind them and rushes past, in tears]
Harry: I think she heard you.
Ron: [looking for information about Nicholas Flamell] We've looked a hundred times.
Hermione: [leaning closer] Not in the restricted section. Happy Christmas.
Hermione: [putting a large book on the table] I checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading.
Ron: This is light?
Hermione: [after Hermione and Harry sink in the Devil's Snare, Ron is still panicking] He's not relaxing, is he?
Harry: Apparently not.
Hermione: I've gotta do something!
Hermione: Oh, I remember reading something in herbology... um...
Hermione: Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare..."It's deadly fun, but will sulk in the sun!" That's it! Devil's Snare hates sunlight! Lumos Solem!
[she conjures a type of sunlight from her wand; Ron falls to the ground below]
Harry: Ron, you okay?
Ron: [sigh] Lucky we didn't panic.
Harry: Lucky Hermione pays attention in herbology.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (2005)
Ron: [discussing inviting dates to the Yule Ball] This is mad! At this rate, we'll be the only ones in our year without dates! Well, us and Neville.
Harry: [laughing] Yeah, but then again he could take himself.
Hermione: It might interest you to know that Neville's already got someone.
Ron: What? Now I'm really depressed. Oi, Hermione... you're a girl.
Hermione: [haughtily] Very well spotted.
Ron: Come with one of us! It's one thing for a bloke to show up alone, but for a girl it's just sad.
Hermione: [angrily] I won't be going alone, because believe it or not, someone's asked me! And I said yes!
Ron: Bloody hell. She's lying, right?
Harry: If you say so.
Ron: Oh look, Mum's sent me something.
[pulls some frilly robes from the package]
Ron: Mum sent me a dress!
Harry: Well, it does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet?
[pulls out more lace]
Harry: Ah ha!
Ron: Nose down, Harry. Ginny, this must be for you.
Ginny: I'm not wearing that, it's ghastly.
Hermione: [laughing] They're not for Ginny, they're for you. Dress robes.
Ron: Dress robes? For what?
Harry: Why do they have to travel in packs? And how are you supposed to get one on their own to ask them?
[Stops in front of a group of girls, hesitates, then continues walking]
Ron: Blimey, Harry. You've slayed dragons. If you can't get a date, who can?
Harry: I think I'd take the dragon now.
[referring to Professor Moody]
Ron: Brilliant, isn't he? Completely demented, of course. Terrifying to be in the same room with him. But he's really been there, you know? He's looked evil in the eye!
Hermione: [darkly] There's a reason those curses are unforgivable.
Hermione: Victor's gone to get drinks. Would you care to join us?
Ron: No, we would not care to join you and *Victor*.
Hermione: What's got your wand in a knot?
Ron: He's from Durmstrang! You're fraternizing with the enemy!
Hermione: The enemy? Who was it wanting his autograph? Besides the whole point of the tournament is international magical cooperation. To make friends!
Ron: I think he's got a bit more than friendship on his mind. He's using you.
Hermione: How dare you! Besides, I can take care of myself!
Ron: Doubt it. He's way too old.
Hermione: What? That's what you think?
Ron: Yeah, that's what I think.
Hermione: You know the solution, then, don't you?
Ron: Go on.
Hermione: Next time there's a ball pluck up the courage to ask me before someone else does! And not as a last resort!
Ron: Well... that... that's completely off the point...
[after Harry almost dies in the First Task]
Ron: I reckon you'd have to be barking mad to put your own name in the Goblet of Fire.
Harry: [coldly] Caught on, have you? Took you long enough.
Ron: I wasn't the only one who thought you'd done it. Everyone was saying it behind your back.
Harry: [sarcastically] Brilliant. That makes me feel loads better.
Ron: At least I warned you about the dragons.
Harry: Hagrid warned me about the dragons.
Ron: No, I did! Don't you remember? I told Hermione to tell you that Seamus told me that Parvati told Dean that Hagrid was looking for you! Seamus never actually told me anything, so it was really me all along. I thought we'd be alright, you know, after you figured that out.
Harry: Who... who could possibly figure that out? It's completely mental.
Ron: Yeah... it is, isn't it. I suppose I was a bit distraught.
Harry: [smiles weakly]
Hermione: [in disbelief] Boys!
Ron: Ruddy pumpkin head, isn't he?
Ron: Do you think we'll ever just have a quiet year at Hogwarts?
Hermione, Harry: No.
Ron: Yeah, didn't think so. Oh well, what's life without a few dragons?
Hermione: Everything's going to change now, isn't it?
Hermione: Promise you'll write this summer, both of you.
Ron: Oh, I won't. You know I won't.
Hermione: Harry will, won't you?
Harry: Yeah, every week.
Ginny: [helping a speechless and queasy looking Ron into the common room] It's ok, Ron. It's alright. It doesn't matter.
Harry: What happened to you?
Ginny: He just asked Fleur Delacour out.
Harry: What did she say?
Hermione: No, of course.
[Ron shakes his head in pained embarrassment]
Hermione: She said yes?
Ron: Don't be silly. There she was, just walking by... you know how I like it when they walk... I couldn't help it... it just sort of slipped out!
Ginny: Actually, he sort of screamed at her. It was a bit frightening.
Harry: What did you do then?
Ron: What else? I ran for it!
Ron: [to Arthur Weasly] How far up are we, dad?
Lucius Malfoy: [from below] Well, put it this way. If it rains, you'll be the first to know.
Harry: Ron, where are we actually going?
Ron: Don't know...
Ron: Hey, Dad! Where are we going?
Arthur Weasley: Haven't the foggiest! Keep up!
Harry: You're being stupid.
Ron: Yeah, that's me. Ron Weasley, Harry Potter's stupid friend!
Ron: [about Hermione] Why do you think she won't tell us who she's going to the ball with?
Harry: 'Cause she knows we'd take the mickey out of her if she did.
Ron: What are those?
Harry: My dress robes...
Ron: Well, those're all right! No lace, no dodgy little collar...
Harry: Well, I expect yours are more traditional...
Ron: Traditional? They're ancient! I look like my great aunt Tessie!
[takes a sniff in the underarm area]
Ron: I smell like my great Aunt Tessie!
Professor McGonagall: Inside every girl is a swan, waiting to burst out in flight.
Ron: [whispering] Something is about to burst out of Eloise Midgen, but I don't think it's a swan.
Ron: Bloody hell!
Ron: Piss off.
Professor McGonagall: Now, Mr. Weasley, place your right hand on my waist.
Ron: There's no one like Krum! He's like a bird the way he rides the wind! He's more than an athlete! He's an artist.
Ginny: I think you're in love, Ron.
Ron: Shut up!
George: [grabs one of Ron's hands and begins singing] Victor, I love you!
Fred: [grabs Ron's other hand] Victor, I do!
George, Fred, Harry: When we're apart my heart beats only for you!
[after getting his kiss from Fleur]
[the Trio sits around the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common Room, digesting the murder of Barty Crouch, Sr. that has just taken place]
Ron: They'll cover this up, you watch. Fudge'll sell his soul before this gets out in the Daily Prophet.
Harry: But why?
Ron: Look, nobody liked Crouch. I know this from my father. Loads of people wanted him dead. But, he was a Ministry Official. It's not even like he turned up stiff in Knockturn Alley. He was murdered at Hogwarts. This is a big deal.
Hermione: It can't be coincidence... Harry's dreams, his scar hurting, the Dark Mark, his name coming out of the Goblet of Fire. Surviving the Tournament isn't the answer anymore Harry. It's bigger than this. And I really think you should go to Dumbledore.
Ron: What do you suppose is on Karkaroff's arm?
Harry: I dunno.
Hermione: Boomslang skin and Lacewing flies... you're sure those are the two ingredients Snape mentioned?
Harry: Positive, why?
Hermione: Well, he thinks we're brewing Polyjuice Potion doesn't he?
Harry: I don't care what Snape thinks, I've got bigger problems than detention. Something's coming closer.
[touches his stinging scar]
Harry: I can feel it.
Arthur Weasley: [after the trio is nearly hit by several Stunning Spells] Stop! That's my son!
[he runs up to the kids]
Arthur Weasley: Ron, Harry, Hermione are you alright?
Ron: We came back for Harry.
Barty Crouch: [Whipping out his wand and pointing it threateningly between the three kids] Which of you conjured it?
Arthur Weasley: Barty, you can't be serious...
Barty Crouch: DO NOT LIE! You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!
Arthur Weasley: Barty, they're just kids.
Harry: What crime?
Hermione: It's the Dark Mark, Harry. It's HIS Mark.
Harry: [glances up at the huge skull and snake in the air] Voldemort? Those people, in the masks, they're his too aren't they? His followers.
Arthur Weasley: Death Eaters.
Barty Crouch: [to the rest of the Ministry Wizards] Follow me.
Harry: Uh, there was a man, earlier.
[he points in the direction where he saw Crouch, Jr]
Barty Crouch: All of you, this way!
Arthur Weasley: A man, Harry? Who was he?
Harry: I don't know. I didn't see his face.
[referring to the mayhem at the World Cup and the Dark Mark]
Hermione: This is horrible! How can the ministry not know who conjured it? Wasn't there any security?
Ron: Loads, according to Dad. That's what worries them so much. It happened right under their noses.
Harry: You're a right foul git, you know that?
Ron: You think so?
Harry: I know so!
Ron: Anything else?
Harry: Yeah, stay away from me!
Padma Patil: Is that Hermione Granger with Viktor Krum?
Ron: No. Absolutely not.
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!
Professor Moody: So, what curse shall we see first? Weasley!
Ron: [scared] Yes?
Professor Moody: Stand!
Professor Moody: Give us a curse.
Ron: Well... my dad did tell me about one. The Imperius Curse?
Professor Moody: Oh, yeah, your dad would know all about that one. Gave the Ministry a lot of trouble at one time. Perhaps this will show you why.
[opens a jar full of spiders and picks one out]
Professor Moody: Hello, my little beauty! Engorgio.
[the spider grows to a huge size]
Professor Moody: Imperio!
[the spider begins hopping around the room, onto student's clothes, faces, etc. Everyone starts laughing]
Professor Moody: Don't worry, she's completely harmless! If she bites... she's lethal!
[laughs with everyone]
Professor Moody: Talented, isn't she? What shall I have her do next? Jump out the window?
[the spider jumps toward the window, which is closed, and slams into the glass. Everyone stops laughing at once]
Professor Moody: Drown herself?
[the spider jumps to a pail of water and poises on the rim, ready to dive. Then he brings her back to his arms]
Professor Moody: Scores of wizards and witches claimed that they only did You-Know-Who's bidding under the effects of the Imperius Curse. But here's the rub... how do we sort out the liars?
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (2007)
Hermione Granger: You've done it, Neville! You've found the Room of Requirement!
Ron Weasley: The what?
Hermione Granger: It's also known as the Come and Go Room. The Room of Requirement only appears when a person has real need of it, and is always equipped with the seeker's needs.
Ron Weasley: So, say you really needed a toilet...
Hermione Granger: Charming, Ronald. But yes, that is the general idea.
Harry Potter: It's brilliant! It's like Hogwarts wants us to fight back!
Lucius Malfoy: [walking with Bellatrix slowly up to Harry] Haven't you always wondered what was the reason for the connection between you and the Dark Lord. Why he was unable to kill you when you were just an infant. Don't you want to know the secret, of your scar. All of the answers are there, Potter, in your hand. All you have to do is give it to me, I can show you everything.
[all of the death eaters start closing in around them]
Harry Potter: I've waited fourteen years...
Lucius Malfoy: I know.
Harry Potter: Think I can wait a little longer. NOW!
Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom: STUPEFY!
Ron Weasley: Hermione, you are honestly the most wonderful person I have ever met. If I'm ever rude to you...
Hermione Granger: I'll know you've gone back to normal.
Hermione Granger: Um... Hi! You all know why we're here. We need a teacher. A proper teacher. One who's had real experience defending themselves against the Dark Arts.
Zacharias Smith: Why?
Ron Weasley: Why. Because You-Know-Who's back, you tosspot.
Zacharias Smith: [nods toward Harry] So he says.
Hermione Granger: So Dumbledore says.
Zacharias Smith: So Dumbledore says because he says! The point is, where's the proof?
Slightly Creepy Boy: If Potter could tell us more about how Diggory got killed...
Harry Potter: I'm not going to talk about Cedric, so if that's why you're here you might as well clear out now.
Harry Potter: [aside to Hermione]
Harry Potter: C'mon, Hermione, let's go. They're just here because they think I'm some sort of freak.
Hermione Granger: Harry, wait!
Luna Lovegood: Is it true you can produce a patronus charm?
Hermione Granger: Yes. I've seen it.
Dean Thomas: Blimey, Harry! I didn't know you could do that!
Neville Longbottom: And he killed a basilisk, with the sword in Dumbledore's office.
Ginny Weasley: It's true.
Ron Weasley: Third year he fought off about a hundred dementors at once.
Hermione Granger: And last year he really did fight off You-Know-Who in the flesh.
Harry Potter: Wait... look, it all sounds *great* when you say it like that. But the truth is most of that was just luck. I didn't know what I was doing half the time, I nearly always had help...
Hermione Granger: He's just being modest.
Harry Potter: No, Hermione, I'm not. Facing this stuff in real life is not like school. In school, if you make a mistake you can just try again tomorrow, but out there, when you're a second away from being murdered or watching a friend die right before your eyes... you don't know what that's like.
Hermione Granger: You're right, Harry, we don't. That's why we need your help. Because if we're having any chance against beating... Voldemort.
Nigel 2nd Year: He's really back?
Neville Longbottom: So how are we going to get to London?
Harry Potter: Look, it's not that I don't appreciate everything you've done, all of you, but - but I've got you into enough trouble as it is.
[walks past everyone]
Neville Longbottom: Dumbledore's Army's supposed to be about doing something real.
[Harry stops turns around to face them]
Neville Longbottom: Or was all that just words to you?
Ron Weasley: ...Maybe you don't have to do this all by yourself, mate.
Harry Potter: ...So how are we going to get to London?
Luna Lovegood: We fly, of course.
Harry Potter: First we've got to find a place to practice where Umbridge won't find out.
Ginny Weasley: The Shrieking Shack?
Harry Potter: It's too small.
Hermione Granger: The Forbidden Forest?
Ron Weasley: Not bloody likely!
Ginny Weasley: Harry, what happens if Umbridge does find out?
Hermione Granger: Who cares? I mean, it's sort of exciting, isn't it, breaking the rules.
Ron Weasley: Who are you and what have you done with Hermione Granger?
Hermione Granger: Anyway, at least we know one positive thing that came from today.
Harry Potter: What's that?
Hermione Granger: Cho couldn't take her eyes off you, could she?
Ron Weasley: You did everything you could. No one could win against that old hag.
Hermione Granger: Even Dumbledore didn't see this coming. Harry, if it's anyone's fault, it's ours.
Ron Weasley: Yeah, we talked you into it.
Harry Potter: Yeah, but I agreed. I tried so hard to help, and all it's done is made things worse. Anyway, it doesn't matter anymore, because I don't want to play anymore. All it does is make you care too much. The more you care the more you have to lose. You maybe it's just best to...
Hermione Granger: To what?
Harry Potter: To go it alone.
Ron Weasley: Hermione, I hate your cat.
Hermione Granger: What's wrong with your hand?
Harry Potter: Nothing.
[Harry hides his left hand under his book and shows her his right hand]
Hermione Granger: Your other hand.
[grabbing his left arm from under his book]
Hermione Granger: You've got to tell Dumbledore!
Harry Potter: No. Dumbledore's got enough on his mind right now. Anyway, I don't want to give Umbridge the satisfaction.
Ron Weasley: Bloody hell, Harry, the woman's torturing you! If the parents knew about this...
Harry Potter: Yeah, well I haven't got any of those, have I Ron?
Hermione Granger: Harry, you've got to report this! It's perfectly simple, you're being...
Harry Potter: No, it's not! Hermione whatever this is, it's not simple. You don't understand.
Hermione Granger: Then help us to!
Sirius Black: The latest intelligence is that Fudge doesn't want you trained in combat.
Ron Weasley: Combat? What does he think, that we're forming some sort of wizard army?
Sirius Black: That's exactly what he thinks. That Dumbledore is assembling his own forces to take on the Ministry. He's becoming more paranoid by the minute. The others wouldn't want me telling you this, Harry, but things aren't going at all well with the Order. Fudge is blocking the truth at every turn, and these disappearances are just how it started before. Voldemort is on the move.
Harry Potter: This is mad. Who'd want to be taught by me? I'm a nutter, remember?
Ron Weasley: Look on the bright side. You can't be any worse than old toad face.
Harry Potter: Thanks, Ron.
Ron Weasley: I'm here for you, mate.
[referring to Ron's Christmas jumper]
Hermione Granger: I can't understand why you don't want to wear it, Ronald.
Ron Weasley: Cause I'll look like a bloody idiot, that's why.
Hermione Granger: No more that usual.
Hermione Granger: How'd you get away?
Ginny Weasley: Puking Pastilles. It wasn't pretty.
Ron Weasley: Told them I was hungry and wanted some sweets. Of course, they told me to bugger off and ate the lot themselves.
Hermione Granger: [shocked] That was clever, Ron!
Ron Weasley: It's been known to happen.
Ron Weasley: Blimey!
Arthur Weasley: [raising his glass] To Harry Potter, without whom I may not be here. To Harry.
Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Mrs. Weasley: [raising their cups] To Harry
Sirius Black: [at doorway] To Harry.
Hermione Granger: [Harry walks in, Hermione runs to him and hugs him] Oh, Harry!
[pause, she lets go]
Hermione Granger: Are you all right? We overheard them talking about the dementor attack. You must tell us everything.
Ron Weasley: Let the man breathe, Hermione.
Hermione Granger: And this hearing at the Ministry. It's just outrageous! I've looked it up, they simply can't expel you. It's completely unfair!
Harry Potter: There's a lot of that going around, Hermione. So what is this place?
Ron Weasley: Headquarters.
Hermione Granger: Of the Order of the Phoenix. It's a secret society. Dumbledore formed it back when they first fought You-Know-Who.
Harry Potter: You couldn't have put this in a letter, I suppose. I've gone all summer without a scrap of news.
Ron Weasley: We wanted to tell you, mate. Really, we did. Only...
Harry Potter: Only what?
Hermione Granger: Only Dumbledore made us swear that we wouldn't tell you anything.
Harry Potter: [pause] Dumbledore said that? But why would he want to keep me in the dark? Maybe I could help. After all, I'm the one who saw Voldemort return, I'm the one who fought him, I'm the one who saw Cedric Diggory get killed!
Ron Weasley: Don't worry, I'll go easy on you.
Hermione Granger: [sarcastically] Thanks, Ronald.
[Hermione screams as Grawp grabs her and lifts her up]
Rubeus Hagrid: Grawpy, that is not polite!
Ron Weasley: Hagrid, do something!
Rubeus Hagrid: We talked about this! You do not grab, do you? That is your new friend, Hermione!
[Ron swings a tree branch at Grawp's foot. Grawp looks down, puzzled, and shifts his foot slightly, knocking Ron back]
Hermione Granger: Grawp! Put-me-down!
[Grawp stares blankly]
Hermione Granger: *Now*!
[Grawp puts Hermione down gently and turns away shamefully]
Ron Weasley: Are you alright?
Hermione Granger: Fine. He just needs a firm hand, that's all.
Harry Potter: I think you've got an admirer.
[Ron takes a huge bite out of a sausage]
Hermione Granger: [disgusted] Do you ever stop eating?
Ron Weasley: What? I'm hungry.
Ron Weasley: [about Harry's first kiss] Well? How was it?
Harry Potter: Wet. I mean, she was sort of crying.
Ron Weasley: [laughs] That bad at it, are you?
Hermione Granger: I'm sure Harry's kissing was more that satisfactory. Cho spends half her time crying these days.
Ron Weasley: You'd think a bit of snogging would cheer her up.
Hermione Granger: Don't you understand how she must be feeling? Well, obviously she's feeling sad about Cedric, and therefore confused about liking Harry, and guilty about kissing him. Conflicted because Umbridge is threatening to sack her mum from her job at the Ministry, and frightened about failing her O.W.L.s because she's so busy worrying about everything else.
Ron Weasley: One person couldn't feel all that, they'd explode!
Hermione Granger: Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon.
Harry Potter: I've been thinking about something Dumbledore said to me.
Hermione Granger: What's that?
Harry Potter: That even though we've got a fight ahead of us, we've got one thing that Voldemort doesn't have.
Ron Weasley: Yeah?
Harry Potter: Something worth fighting for.
Ron Weasley: Maybe you don't have to do this all by yourself, mate.
Harry Potter: [sees a strange reptilian-like horse] What is it?
Ron Weasley: What's what?
Harry Potter: That. Pulling the carriage.
Hermione Granger: Nothing's pulling the carriage, Harry. It's pulling itself like always.
[Harry walks around the carriage, where Luna is already seated]
Luna Lovegood: You're not going mad.
[lowers her magazine, The Quibbler, which she has been reading upside down]
Luna Lovegood: I see them too. You're just as sane as I am.
Dolores Umbridge: Your previous instruction in this subject has been disturbingly uneven. But you will be pleased to know from now on, you will be following a carefully structured, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic. Yes?
Hermione Granger: There's nothing in here about using defensive spells.
Dolores Umbridge: Using spells? Ha ha! Well I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom.
Ron Weasley: We're not gonna use magic?
Dolores Umbridge: You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way.
Harry Potter: Well, what use is that? If we're gonna be attacked it won't be risk-free.
Dolores Umbridge: Students will raise their hands when they speak in my class.
Dolores Umbridge: It is the view of the Ministry that a theoretical knowledge will be sufficient to get you through your examinations, which after all, is what school is all about.
Harry Potter: And how is theory supposed to prepare us for what's out there?
Dolores Umbridge: There is nothing out there, dear! Who do you imagine would want to attack children like yourself?
Harry Potter: I don't know, maybe, Lord Voldemort!
Ron Weasley: Blimey!
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (2009)
[in the hospital wing, Ron stirs]
Lavender Brown: Ah! See? He senses my presence.
Lavender Brown: Don't worry, Won-Won! I'm here. I'm here.
Ron Weasley: [croaks] Her... my... nee. Hermione...
[Hermione takes Ron's hand. Lavender runs out, sobbing. Awkward silence]
Albus Dumbledore: Oh, to be young and to feel love's keen sting.
Ron Weasley: It's beautiful, isn't it? The moon.
Harry Potter: Divine. Had ourselves a little late night snack, did we?
Ron Weasley: It was on your bed, the box, I just thought I'd try one.
Harry Potter: Or twenty.
Ron Weasley: I can't stop thinking about her, Harry.
Harry Potter: Honestly, you know, I reckon she was starting to annoy you.
Ron Weasley: She could never annoy me. I think I love her.
Harry Potter: Oh... brilliant.
Ron Weasley: Do you think she knows I exist?
Harry Potter: Well, I'd bloody well hope so, she's been snogging you for three months.
Ron Weasley: Snogging? Who are you talking about?
Harry Potter: Who are you talking about?
Ron Weasley: Romilda, of course. Romilda Vane.
Harry Potter: Okay, very funny.
Ron Weasley: [throws the chocolates box at Harry]
Harry Potter: What was that for?
Ron Weasley: It's no joke! I'm in love with her!
Harry Potter: Alright, fine, you're in love with her! Have you ever actually met her?
Ron Weasley: No... Can you introduce me?
Ron Weasley: [to Hermione and Ginny] He'll be here, soon.
Hermione Granger: [smacks him on the arm with a book] Will you stop eating? Your best friend is missing!
Ron Weasley: Turn around, you lunatic!
[Hermione and Ginny looks towards the Great Hall door and sees Harry covered in blood]
Ginny Weasley: He's covered in blood again. Why is it he's always covered in blood?
Ron Weasley: Well, it looks like it's his own this time.
[after telling Harry to close his eyes, Ginny hides his book somewhere in the Room of Requirement, then comes back, and gives him a soft kiss on the lips]
Ginny Weasley: That can stay hidden up here too, if you like.
[a short time later, Harry is walking down the hallway, in a daze. Ron appears beside him]
Ron Weasley: So, did you and Ginny do it?
Harry Potter: [alarmed] What?
Ron Weasley: Did you hide the book?
Ron Weasley: [about Hermione] Did you hear her talk about me and her snogging? As if...
Ron Weasley: How much are these?
Fred Weasley, George Weasley: 5 galleons.
Ron Weasley: How much for me?
Fred Weasley, George Weasley: 5 galleons.
Ron Weasley: I'm your brother!
Fred Weasley, George Weasley: 10 galleons.
Professor Minerva McGonagall: [to Harry, Ron, & Hermione] Why is it, that whenever anything happens, it's always you three?
Ron Weasley: Believe me, Professor. I've been asking myself that same question for the past six years.
Harry Potter: What happens when you break an Unbreakable Vow?
Ron Weasley: You die.
Ron Weasley: [about the Half-Blood Prince's book] He even sleeps with it.
Harry Potter: I don't sleep with it!
Ron Weasley: You heard Snape say he's made an Unbreakable Vow?
Harry Potter: Yes. What does it mean?
Ron Weasley: Well, you can't break an Unbreakable Vow!
Harry Potter: [sarcastic] I worked that much out for myself, funny enough.
Ron Weasley: [about Ginny and Dean] What do you think he sees in her?
Harry Potter: She's smart... funny... attractive...
Ron Weasley: Attractive?
Harry Potter: Well you know... she has nice... skin.
Ron Weasley: So you think he is going out with her because she has nice skin?
Harry Potter: Well, I dunno, I'm just saying it could be a contributing factor.
Ron Weasley: Hermione's got nice skin. You know, as far as skin goes.
Harry Potter: I-I've never thought about it before. But now that you mention it, yeah. Very nice.
Harry Potter: [long pause] ... I think I'll be going to bed now.
Cormac McLaggen: No hard feelings, eh, Weasley?
Ron Weasley: What do you mean?
Cormac McLaggen: I'll be trying out for Gryffindor Keeper too. Nothing personal.
Ron Weasley: Really? Big, strapping fellow like you? You look like you've got more of a Beater's build to me. I mean, to be Keeper, you've got to be a quick and agile sort...
[McLaggen snatches a fly buzzing around Ron's head with his fingers]
Cormac McLaggen: I like my chances. By the way, you wouldn't mind introducing me to your friend Granger, would you? Love to get on a first-name basis with her, if you know what I mean...
Ron Weasley: I must admit, I didn't think I was going to get that last one. By the way, I think Cormac's got a bit of a thing for you, Hermione.
Hermione Granger: [shortly] He's vile.
Hermione Granger: How does it feel, Harry? When you see Dean with Ginny?
Harry Potter: [slightly taken aback] Oh. Um...
Hermione Granger: I know. I've seen the way you look at her. You're my best friend.
[Ron bursts in with Lavender, laughing, then sobers when he sees Hermione and Harry]
Lavender Brown: Oops!... I think this room's taken.
Ron Weasley: [awkwardly] ... What's with the birds?
Hermione Granger: [stands, glares at Ron] Oppugno!
[Hermione's flock of birds fly at Ron, who flees the room. Hermione sinks next to Harry and breaks down crying]
Harry Potter: It feels like this.
[Harry gulps down the Felix Felicis]
Hermione Granger: How do you feel?
Harry Potter: Excellent... really excellent!
Hermione Granger: Remember, Slughorn usually eats early, takes a walk, and then returns to his office.
Harry Potter: Right. I'm going down to Hagrid's.
Hermione Granger: What? No! Harry, you've got to go speak to Slughorn! We have a plan.
Harry Potter: I know, but I've got a really good feeling about Hagrid's. I feel like it's the place to be tonight. Do you know what I mean?
Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley: No.
Harry Potter: Trust me! I know what I'm doing, or Felix does.
[walks past two people]
Harry Potter: Hi!