Professor Lupin: What would u say is the thing that frightens u most in the world?
Professor Lupin: Didn’t catch that, Neville, sorry.
Neville: Professor Snape
Harry: I knew I could do it this time, because I'd already done it. Does that make sense?
Harry: Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs offer their compliments to professor Snape...
Snape: Go on.
Harry: And request that he keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.
Ron: Let me get this straight, Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban to come after you?
Harry: Yeah.
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.
Sirius: Sorry about the bite. I reckon that twinges a bit.
Ron: A bit? A bit? u almost tore my leg off!
Geroge: Not flashing that clipping about again, are u Ron?
Ron: I haven't shown anyone.
Fred: No, not a soul. Not unless u count Tom.
George: The dag maid.
Fred: The night maid.
George: The cook.
Fred: That bloke who couldn't fix the toilet.
George: And that wizard from Belgium.
Sirius: Brilliant, Snape. Once again you've put your keen and penetrating mind to the task and as usual come to the wrong conclusion.
Hermione: Is that really what my hair looks like from the back?
Ron: I'm warning u Hermione! Keep that bloody beast of yours away from Scabbers of I'll turn it into a thee cozy!
Hermione: It's a cat, Ronald! What do u expect? It's in his nature.
Ron: A cat? Is that what they told you? It looks meer like a pig with hair if u 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: Spiders... the spiders... they want me to tap-dance. And I don't want to tap-dance!
Harry: u tell those spiders, Ron.
Ron: Yeah, tell them... I'll tell them...
Cornelius Fudge: We must zoek the grounds!
Dumbledore: zoek the *skies* if u must, Minister, but now I think I'll have a nice cup of tea, of a large brandy. Oh, and executioner, your services are no longer required. Thank you.
Professor Snape: Well, well, Lupin. Out for a little walk... in the moonlight, are we?
Hermione: It's meant to be the most haunted building in Britain. Did I mention that?
Ron: Twice.
Hermione: Oh. Do u want to verplaats a bit closer?
Ron: Huh?
Hermione: To the Shrieking Shack.
Ron: Oh, no. I'm fine here.
Harry: What's the holdup?
Ron: Probably Neville's forgotten the paswoord again.
Neville Longbottom: [behind them] Hey!
Ron: Oh... You're there...
Malfoy: This class is ridiculous.
Dumbledore: Mysterious thing, time. Powerful, and when meddled with, dangerous. Sirius Black is in the topmost cell of the dark tower. u know the laws, Miss Granger. u must not be seen, and u would do well, I feel, to return before this last chime. If not, the consequences are too ghastly to discuss. If u succeed tonight, meer than one innocent life may be spared. Three turns, should do it, I think.
Dumbledore: Oh, door 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?
Malfoy: Ah, come to see the show?
Hermione: You! u foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!
Ron: Hermione, no! He's not worth it.
Vincent Crabbe: Malfoy! Are u okay? Come on, let's go!
Malfoy: Quick! Not a word to anyone! Understood?
Hermione: That felt good.
Ron: Not good, brilliant!
Ron: Looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?
Fred Weasley: Peaky? What'd u expect him to look like? He fell fifty feet.
George Weasley: Yeah, c'mon, Ron. We'll walk u off the Astronomy Tower and see how u come out looking.
Harry: Probably a right sight better than he normally does.
Harry: Now what?
Hermione: We save Sirius.
Harry: How?
Hermione: No idea.
Hermione: Broaden your minds! Use your inner eye to see the future!
Harry: But you're innocent!
Sirius Black: And u know it. And for now, that'll do.
Ron: Neville, you're supposed to stroke it!
Cornelius Fudge: Come now Harry, the Ministry doesn't send people to Azkaban for blowing up their aunts.
Ron: Who do u think that is?
Hermione: Professor R. J. Lupin.
Ron: Do u know everything?
Ron: How is it she knows everything?
Hermione: It's on his suitcase, Ronald.
Ron: Oh.
Ron: Who do u think that is?
Hermione: Professor R. J. Lupin.
Ron: Do u know everything?
Ron: How is it she knows everything?
Hermione: It's on his suitcase, Ronald.
Ron: Oh.
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!
Professor Lupin: Didn’t catch that, Neville, sorry.
Neville: Professor Snape
Harry: I knew I could do it this time, because I'd already done it. Does that make sense?
Harry: Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs offer their compliments to professor Snape...
Snape: Go on.
Harry: And request that he keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.
Ron: Let me get this straight, Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban to come after you?
Harry: Yeah.
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.
Sirius: Sorry about the bite. I reckon that twinges a bit.
Ron: A bit? A bit? u almost tore my leg off!
Geroge: Not flashing that clipping about again, are u Ron?
Ron: I haven't shown anyone.
Fred: No, not a soul. Not unless u count Tom.
George: The dag maid.
Fred: The night maid.
George: The cook.
Fred: That bloke who couldn't fix the toilet.
George: And that wizard from Belgium.
Sirius: Brilliant, Snape. Once again you've put your keen and penetrating mind to the task and as usual come to the wrong conclusion.
Hermione: Is that really what my hair looks like from the back?
Ron: I'm warning u Hermione! Keep that bloody beast of yours away from Scabbers of I'll turn it into a thee cozy!
Hermione: It's a cat, Ronald! What do u expect? It's in his nature.
Ron: A cat? Is that what they told you? It looks meer like a pig with hair if u 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: Spiders... the spiders... they want me to tap-dance. And I don't want to tap-dance!
Harry: u tell those spiders, Ron.
Ron: Yeah, tell them... I'll tell them...
Cornelius Fudge: We must zoek the grounds!
Dumbledore: zoek the *skies* if u must, Minister, but now I think I'll have a nice cup of tea, of a large brandy. Oh, and executioner, your services are no longer required. Thank you.
Professor Snape: Well, well, Lupin. Out for a little walk... in the moonlight, are we?
Hermione: It's meant to be the most haunted building in Britain. Did I mention that?
Ron: Twice.
Hermione: Oh. Do u want to verplaats a bit closer?
Ron: Huh?
Hermione: To the Shrieking Shack.
Ron: Oh, no. I'm fine here.
Harry: What's the holdup?
Ron: Probably Neville's forgotten the paswoord again.
Neville Longbottom: [behind them] Hey!
Ron: Oh... You're there...
Malfoy: This class is ridiculous.
Dumbledore: Mysterious thing, time. Powerful, and when meddled with, dangerous. Sirius Black is in the topmost cell of the dark tower. u know the laws, Miss Granger. u must not be seen, and u would do well, I feel, to return before this last chime. If not, the consequences are too ghastly to discuss. If u succeed tonight, meer than one innocent life may be spared. Three turns, should do it, I think.
Dumbledore: Oh, door 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?
Malfoy: Ah, come to see the show?
Hermione: You! u foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!
Ron: Hermione, no! He's not worth it.
Vincent Crabbe: Malfoy! Are u okay? Come on, let's go!
Malfoy: Quick! Not a word to anyone! Understood?
Hermione: That felt good.
Ron: Not good, brilliant!
Ron: Looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?
Fred Weasley: Peaky? What'd u expect him to look like? He fell fifty feet.
George Weasley: Yeah, c'mon, Ron. We'll walk u off the Astronomy Tower and see how u come out looking.
Harry: Probably a right sight better than he normally does.
Harry: Now what?
Hermione: We save Sirius.
Harry: How?
Hermione: No idea.
Hermione: Broaden your minds! Use your inner eye to see the future!
Harry: But you're innocent!
Sirius Black: And u know it. And for now, that'll do.
Ron: Neville, you're supposed to stroke it!
Cornelius Fudge: Come now Harry, the Ministry doesn't send people to Azkaban for blowing up their aunts.
Ron: Who do u think that is?
Hermione: Professor R. J. Lupin.
Ron: Do u know everything?
Ron: How is it she knows everything?
Hermione: It's on his suitcase, Ronald.
Ron: Oh.
Ron: Who do u think that is?
Hermione: Professor R. J. Lupin.
Ron: Do u know everything?
Ron: How is it she knows everything?
Hermione: It's on his suitcase, Ronald.
Ron: Oh.
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!
