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Fred Weasley 
HARRY
No, if you think I'm gonna let everyone risk their lives for me, l...
RON
Never done that before, have we?
HARRY
No. No. This is different. I mean, taking that, becoming me. No.
GEORGE
Well, none of us really fancy it, mate.
FRED
Imagine if something went wrong, and we ended up a scrawny, specky git forever.
Rating : 3,07/5 (606 votes) - Comments
"Can't stay long, Mother," he said. "I'm up front, the prefects have got
two compartments to themselves --"
"Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?" said one of the twins, with an air of
great surprise. "You should have said something, we had no idea."
"Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it," said the
other twin. "Once --"
"Or twice --"
"A minute --"
"All summer --"
"Oh, shut up," said Percy the Prefect.
Rating : 3,07/5 (652 votes) - Comments
“A fine example to set for your children... brawling in public... what Gilderoy Lockhart must’ve thought —” [Molly]
“He was pleased,” said Fred. “Didn’t you hear him as we were leaving? He was asking that bloke from the Daily Prophet if he’d be able to work the fight into his report — said it was all publicity —”
Rating : 3,04/5 (556 votes) - Comments
MAUGREY
For those of you who haven't taken Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning: It tastes like goblin piss.
FRED
Have a lot of experiences with that, do you, Mad-Eye? Just trying to diffuse the tension.
Rating : 3,03/5 (643 votes) - Comments
“Your sons flew that car to Harry’s house and back last night!” shouted Mrs. Weasley. “What have you got to say about that, eh?”
“Did you really?” said Mr. Weasley eagerly. “Did it go all right? I — I mean,” he faltered as sparks flew from Mrs. Weasley’s eyes, “that — that was very wrong, boys — very wrong indeed...”
Rating : 3,02/5 (592 votes) - Comments
There was a thud of metal as Ginny’s cauldron went flying; Mr. Weasley had thrown himself at Mr. Malfoy, knocking him backward into a bookshelf. Dozens of heavy spellbooks came thundering down on all their heads; there was a yell of, “Get him, Dad!” from Fred or George; Mrs. Weasley was shrieking, “No, Arthur, no!”; the crowd stampeded backward, knocking more shelves over; “Gentlemen, please — please!” cried the assistant, and then, louder than all —
“Break it up, there, gents, break it up —”
Hagrid was wading toward them through the sea of books. In an instant he had pulled Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy apart. Mr. Weasley had a cut lip and Mr. Malfoy had been hit in the eye by an Encyclopedia of Toadstools.
Rating : 3,02/5 (592 votes) - Comments
RON
You know Gin, we always thought there was a chance you could be sorted into Slytherin.
GINNY
What?
RON
Honestly, Fred and George ran a book.
Rating : 3,01/5 (646 votes) - Comments
"This is it." [Wood]
"The big one," said Fred Weasley.
"The one we've all been waiting for," said George.
"We know Oliver's speech by heart," Fred told Harry, "we were on the team last year."
Rating : 3,01/5 (681 votes) - Comments
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.
The twins are bumbling about in a comical way muttering 'KRUMMMM'.
GINNY
Think you're in love Ron?
TWINS
(Singing) Viktor I love you! Viktor
I do!
Harry joins in.
BOYS
When we're apart my heart beats only
for youuu!
FRED
Sounds like the irish have got their
pride on.
ARTHUR
Stop! Stop it. It's not the irish. We've
gotta get out of here. Now.
Rating : 3,00/5 (706 votes) - Comments
"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried
Dumbledore. Harry noticed that the other teachers' smiles had become
rather fixed.
Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a
fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose
high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.
"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!"
And the school bellowed:
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot,
just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot.
Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the
Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march.
Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they
had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest.
"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here!
And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"
Rating : 3,00/5 (677 votes) - Comments
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