100 Best Emma Watson Quotes

Ron: Harry, what did you just do?
Hermione: You attacked a teacher!

[Ron takes a huge bite out of a sausage]
Hermione: [disgusted] Do you ever stop eating?
Ron: What? I'm hungry.

Professor: Alastor Moody. Ex-Auror, Ministry malcontent, and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I am here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story, goodbye, the end! Any questions? When it comes to the Dark Arts I believe in a practical approach. But first, which of you can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?
Hermione: Three, sir.
Professor: And they are so named?
Hermione: Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them will...
Professor: Earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban. Correct. The Ministry says you are too young to see what these curses do. I say different! You need to know what you're up against. You need to be prepared...
[as he turns to the blackboard again, Seamus ducks under his desk]
Professor: You need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the underside of your desk, Mr. Finnegan!
Seamus: [whispering] No way, the old codger can see out of the back of his head!
Professor: [throws a piece of chalk at him] And hear across classrooms!

Hermione: We didn't celebrate your birthday, Harry. Ginny and I... we'd prepared a cake. We were going to bring it out at the end of the wedding.
Harry: Hermione... I appreciate the thought, honestly. But given that we were almost killed by a couple of Death Eaters a few minutes ago...
[he lets the rest of the sentence remain in the air]
Hermione: Right. Perspective.

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,14231: No.

[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.

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: 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!

Horace: What about you, Miss Granger? What do your parents do in the muggle world?
Hermione: Ah, my parents are dentists.
Horace: And is that considered a dangerous profession?

Harry: How did you find us?
Ron: [takes out the deluminator] With this. It doesn't just turn off lights. I don't know how it works, but Christmas morning, I was sleeping in this little pub, keeping away from some Snatchers, and I heard it.
Harry: "It"?
Ron: A voice. Your voice, Hermione. Coming out of it.
Hermione: And what exactly did I say, may I ask?
Ron: My name. Just my name. Like a whisper. So I took it, clicked it and this tiny ball of light appeared. And I knew. And sure enough, it floated towards me, the ball of light, right through my chest and straight through me. Right here
[he touches his heart]
Ron: And I knew it was going to take me where I needed to go.
[Hermione looks on, stunned]

[last lines]
Hermione: Feels strange to be going home, doesn't it?
Harry: [looking at Hagrid] I'm not going home. Not really.

Ila: This is the end of everything.
Noah: The beginning. The beginning of everything.

Harry: [about Ron, after he returns] You're not still mad at him, are you?
Hermione: I'm always mad at him.

Severus: You sent for me, Headmistress?
Dolores: Snape, yes. The time has come for answers, whether he wants to give them or not. Have you brought the Veritaserum?
Severus: I'm afraid you have used up all my stores interrogating students, the last of it on Miss Chang. Unless you wish to poison Potter - and I assure you, I would have the greatest sympathy if you did - I cannot help you.
Harry: [desperately] He's got Padfoot. He's got Padfoot at the place where it's hidden.
Dolores: Padfoot? What is Padfoot? Where is what hidden? What is he talking about, Snape?
Severus: No idea.
[leaves]
Dolores: Very well. You give me no choice, Potter. As this is an issue of Ministry Security, you leave me with no alternative. The Cruciatus Curse ought to loosen your tongue.
Hermione: That's illegal!
Dolores: [putting down a picture of Fudge on her desk] What Cornelius doesn't know won't hurt him.

Sam: So, I'm guessing you've never been high before.
Charlie: No. No, no, no. My best friend, Michael, his dad was a big drinker, so he hated all that stuff. Parties too.
Sam: Well, where is Michael tonight?
Charlie: Oh, he shot himself last May. I kinda wish he'd left a note. You know what I mean?

Charlie: Sam, do you think if people knew how crazy you really were, no one would ever talk to you?
Sam: All the time.

[after their escape from the Death Eaters]
Ron: You're amazing, you are!
Hermione: [wryly] Always the tone of surprise.

Hermione: 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: Why?
Ron: Why. Because You-Know-Who's back, you tosspot.
Zacharias: [nods toward Harry] So he says.
Hermione: So Dumbledore says.
Zacharias: So Dumbledore says because he says! The point is, where's the proof?
Slightly: If Potter could tell us more about how Diggory got killed...
Harry: I'm not going to talk about Cedric, so if that's why you're here you might as well clear out now.
[aside to Hermione]
Harry: C'mon, Hermione, let's go. They're just here because they think I'm some sort of freak.
Hermione: Harry, wait!
Luna: Is it true you can produce a Patronus charm?
Hermione: Yes. I've seen it.
Dean: Blimey, Harry! I didn't know you could do that!
Neville: And he killed a basilisk, with the sword in Dumbledore's office.
Ginny: It's true.
Ron: Third year he fought off about a hundred dementors at once.
Hermione: And last year he really did fight off You-Know-Who in the flesh.
Harry: 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: He's just being modest.
Harry: 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: 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: He's really back?
[Harry nods]

Hermione: [Entering Godric's Hollow] I still think we should have used Polyjuice Potion.
Harry: No. This is where I was born. I'm not returning as someone else.

Harry: 'Come seek us where our voices sound'.
Hermione: The Black Lake, that's obvious.
Harry: 'An hour long you'll have to look'.
Hermione: Again, obvious. Though admittedly potentially problematic...
Harry: Potentially problematic? When was the last time you held your breath underwater for an hour, Hermione?

[last lines]
Harry: I've been thinking about something Dumbledore said to me.
Hermione: What's that?
Harry: That even though we've got a fight ahead of us, we've got one thing that Voldemort doesn't have.
Ron: Yeah?
Harry: Something worth fighting for.

Sam: Why do I and everyone I love pick people who treat us like we're nothing?
Charlie: We accept the love we think we deserve.

Ron: Who do you think that is?
Hermione: Professor R. J. Lupin.
Ron: Do you know everything?
[to Harry]
Ron: How is it she knows everything?
Hermione: [annoyed] It's on his suitcase, Ronald.
Ron: Oh.

[from extended version]
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.

Ron: Immortal?
Hermione: It means you'll never die.
Ron: [angry] I know what it means!

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!
Harry: What?
Hermione: Oh, I remember reading something in herbology... um...
Ron: Hel-!
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: Yeah.
Harry: Okay.
Ron: [sigh] Lucky we didn't panic.
Harry: Lucky Hermione pays attention in herbology.

Hermione: How does it feel, Harry? When you see Dean with Ginny?
Harry: [slightly taken aback] Oh. Um...
Hermione: 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: Oops!... I think this room's taken.
[runs off]
Ron: [awkwardly] ... What's with the birds?
Hermione: [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: It feels like this.

Professor: What would three young Gryffindors such as yourselves be doing inside... on a day like this?
Hermione: Uh... well... we... we were just...
Professor: You ought to be careful. People will think you're...
[sees Harry staring at him]
Professor: Up to something.

[Ron and Hermione ask Harry about his first kiss with Cho]
Ron: Well? How was it?
Harry: Wet. I mean, she was sort of crying.
Ron: [laughs] That bad at it, are you?
Hermione: I'm sure Harry's kissing was more than satisfactory. Cho spends half her time crying these days.
Ron: You'd think a bit of snogging would cheer her up.
Hermione: Don't you understand how she must be feeling? Well, obviously she's feeling sad about Cedric, and therefore confused about liking Harry, guilty about kissing him, conflicted because Umbridge is pressing to sack her mum from the Ministry, and frightened about failing her OWLs because she's so busy worrying about everything else.
Ron: One person couldn't feel all that. They'd explode!
Hermione: Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon...

Hermione: Honestly, don't you two read?

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.
Hermione: What?
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!

Hermione: How'd you get away?
Ginny: Puking Pastilles. It wasn't pretty.
Ron: Told them I was hungry and wanted some sweets. Of course, they told me to bugger off and ate the lot themselves.
Hermione: [shocked] That was clever, Ron!
Ron: It's been known to happen.

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's not going to work.
Fred: Oh yeah?
George: Why's that, Granger?
Hermione: You see this?
[gestures to a glowing circle on the floor]
Hermione: This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself.
Fred: So?
Hermione: So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dim witted as an ageing potion.
Fred: Ah, but that's why it's so brilliant!
George: Because it's so pathetically dim witted.

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.

[Hermione screams as Grawp grabs her and lifts her up]
Rubeus: Grawpy, that is not polite!
Ron: Hagrid, do something!
Rubeus: 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: Grawp! Put-me-down!
[Grawp stares blankly]
Hermione: *Now*!
[Grawp puts Hermione down gently and turns away shamefully]
Ron: Are you alright?
Hermione: Fine. He just needs a firm hand, that's all.
Harry: I think you've got an admirer.

Ron: Hermione, you are honestly the most wonderful person I have ever met. If I'm ever rude to you...
Hermione: I'll know you've gone back to normal.

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: Look at this! I can't believe it, she's done it again!
[reading from the Daily Prophet]
Hermione: 'Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards. Her latest prey, sources report, is none other than the Bulgarian bon-bon Viktor Krum. No word yet on how Harry Potter's taking this latest emotional blow.'

Alastor: Potter, you're underage. Which means you still have the trace on you.
Harry: What's the trace?
Alastor: If you sneeze, the Ministry will know who wipes your nose. Point is we'll have to use those means of transport the trace can't detect. Brooms, thestrals, anf the like. We'll go in pairs, that way if anyones out there waiting for us, and I reckon there will be, they won't know which Harry Potter is the real one.
Harry: The real one?
Alastor: [Brings out Polyjuice potion] I believe you're familiar with this particular brew.
Harry: No, absolutely not.
Hermione: Told you he'd take it well.

Hermione: What's wrong with your hand?
Harry: Nothing.
[Harry hides his left hand under his book and shows her his right hand]
Hermione: Your other hand.
[grabbing his left arm from under his book]
Hermione: You've got to tell Dumbledore!
Harry: No. Dumbledore's got enough on his mind right now. Anyway, I don't want to give Umbridge the satisfaction.
Ron: Bloody hell, Harry, the woman's torturing you! If the parents knew about this...
Harry: Yeah, well I haven't got any of those, have I Ron?
Hermione: Harry, you've got to report this! It's perfectly simple, you're being...
Harry: No, it's not! Hermione whatever this is, it's not simple. You don't understand.
Hermione: Then help us to!

[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.

Sam: How do you feel, Charlie?
Charlie: I just really want a milkshake.

Dolores: 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.
[Hermoine raises her hand]
Dolores: Yes?
Hermione: There's nothing in here about using defensive spells.
Dolores: Using spells? Ha ha! Well I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom.
Ron: We're not gonna use magic?
Dolores: You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way.
Harry: Well, what use is that? If we're gonna be attacked, it won't be risk-free.
Dolores: Students will raise their hands when they speak in my class.
[pauses]
Dolores: 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: And how's theory supposed to prepare us for what's out there?
Dolores: There is nothing out there, dear! Who do you imagine would want to attack children like yourself?
Harry: [sarcastically] Oh, I don't know. Maybe Lord Voldemort!
[there is a brief silence]
Dolores: Now let me make this quite plain. You have been told that a certain dark wizard is at large once again. This... is... a... lie.
Harry: It's not a lie! I saw him! I fought him!
Dolores: DETENTION, Mr. Potter!
Harry: So according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead OF HIS OWN ACCORD.
Dolores: Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident.
Harry: [angrily] It was murder! Voldemort killed him! You must know!
Dolores: ENOUGH! Enough. See me later, Mr. Potter, in my office.
[giggles]

Charlie: Are you having a good time?
Sam: Not really, how about you?
Charlie: I don't know. It's my first date, I don't have much to compare it to.

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!

Ila: You don't have to go.
Ham: I don't belong here. For what it's worth, I'm glad it begins again with you. Maybe we'll learn to be kind.

Hermione: Actually I'm highly logical which allows me to look past extraneous detail and perceive clearly that which others overlook.

Sam: Welcome to the island of misfit toys.

Hermione: Harry! Are you alright? You must be freezing! Personally, I think you behaved admirably.
Harry: I finished last, Hermione.
Hermione: [kisses him on the top of the head] Next to last. Fleur never got past 'ze grindylows'!

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?

Hermione: It's meant to be the most haunted building in Britain. Did I mention that?
Ron: Twice.
Hermione: Oh. Do you want to move a bit closer?
Ron: Huh?
Hermione: To the Shrieking Shack.
Ron: Oh, no. I'm fine here.

Charlie: So, you're not scared of me?
Sam: No.
Charlie: So, can we be friends again?
Sam: Of course!
[She hugs him]
Sam: C'mon. Lets go be psychos together!

Ila: [to Naameh, as she is in labor and terrified] Please, keep it inside. Please.

Harry: Before, down by the lake when I was with Sirius, I did see someone. That someone made the Dementors go away.
Hermione: With a patronus? I heard Snape telling Dumbledore. According to him, only a really powerful wizard could've conjured it.
Harry: It was my dad. It was my dad who conjured the patronus.
Hermione: But Harry, your dad's...
Harry: Dead, I know. I'm just telling you what I saw.

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 gulps down the Felix Felicis]
Hermione: How do you feel?
Harry: Excellent... really excellent!
Hermione: Remember, Slughorn usually eats early, takes a walk, and then returns to his office.
Harry: Right. I'm going down to Hagrid's.
Hermione: What? No! Harry, you've got to go speak to Slughorn! We have a plan.
Harry: 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: No.
Harry: Trust me! I know what I'm doing, or Felix does.
[walks past two people]
Harry: Hi!

Sam: You can't just sit there and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love.

[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!

Hermione: Harry, you told me you'd figured that egg out weeks ago! The task is two days from now!
Harry: [sarcastically] Really? I had no idea. I suppose Viktor's already figured it out.
Hermione: Wouldn't know. We don't actually talk about the tournament. Actually, we don't really talk at all. Viktor's more of a physical being.
[Harry laughs and Hermione blushes]
Hermione: I just mean he's not particularly loquacious. Mostly, he watches me study. It's a bit annoying, actually. You are trying to figure this egg out, aren't you?
Harry: What's that supposed to mean?
Hermione: It just means these tasks are designed to test you. In the most brutal way, they're almost cruel. And... I'm scared for you. You got by the dragons mostly on nerve. I'm not sure it's going to be enough this time.

Hermione: [howls]
Harry: What are you doing?
Hermione: Saving your life!
Harry: Thanks!... Great, now he's coming at us!
Hermione: Yeah, didn't think about that... run!

Ron: Don't worry, I'll go easy on you.
Hermione: [sarcastically] Thanks, Ronald.

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?

Hermione: [after she sees Ron accepting an embarrassing necklace from Lavender] Excuse me, I have to go vomit.

[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]
Ron: Check.
[The white Queen turns, advances slowly upon him, then draws her sword and plunges it into his horse, throwing him violently to the ground]
Harry: RON!
[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]
Harry: CHECKMATE.

Ila: Will he come back?
Noah: Some things cannot be unbroken.
Ila: I have to know. Why did you spare them?
Noah: I looked down at those two little girls and all I had in my heart was love.
Ila: Then why are you alone, Noah? Why are you separated to your family?
Noah: Because I failed him, and I failed all of you.
Ila: Did you? He chose you for a reason, Noah? He showed you the wickedness of Man and knew you would not look away. And you saw goodness too. The choice was put in your hands because he put it there. He asked you to decide if we were worth saving. And you chose mercy. You chose love. He has given us a second chance. Be a father, be a grandfather. Help us to do better this time. Help us start again.

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.

[from extended version]
Ron: [the Trio sits around the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common Room, dicussing the murder of Barty Crouch, Sr. that has just taken place] 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: Yeah.

Charlie: My Aunt Helen has said I should be a writer, but I don't know what I'd write about.
Sam: You could write about us.
Patrick: Yeah! Call it 'Slut and the Falcon'. Make us solve crimes.

Hermione: You've done it, Neville! You've found the Room of Requirement!
Ron: The what?
Hermione: 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: So, say you really needed a toilet...
Hermione: Charming, Ronald. But yes, that is the general idea.
Harry: It's brilliant! It's like Hogwarts wants us to fight back!

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.
Dumbledore: Scabbers?
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.

Lucius: [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: I've waited fourteen years...
Lucius: I know.
Harry: Think I can wait a little longer. NOW!
Harry: STUPEFY!

Harry: Engorgio!
[the flame in the jar grows rapidly]
Harry: Reducio!
[the flame shrinks back to normal size]
Hermione: What's going on in there?
Harry: Nothing!
Hermione: [comes into the tent] We need to talk.

Hermione: Harry, no way! You heard what Madam Hooch said. Besides, you don't even know how to fly!
[Harry ignores Hermione and he flies up]
Hermione: What an idiot!

Ron: Do you think we'll ever just have a quiet year at Hogwarts?
Hermione,14230: 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?
Harry: Yes.
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.

Hermione: Is that really what my hair looks like from the back?

Sam: You can't just sit there and put everybody's life ahead of yours and think that count as love.

[Harry and Hermione stands at Lily's and James' grave in Godric's Hollow. Hermione sees the tears that streams down his face. She magically leaves a wreath of Christmas roses by it with her wand. Harry stares at them with an emotional face]
Harry: Merry Christmas, Hermione.
Hermione: Merry Christmas, Harry.
[Hermione leans her head on his shoulder]

[Romilda Vane and Harry are staring at each other across the library]
Hermione: [snaps her fingers] Hey! She's only interested in you because she thinks you're the Chosen One.
Harry: But I am the Chosen One.
[Hermione smacks him on the head with the newspaper]
Harry: Sorry... kidding!

Harry: This is mental.
Hermione: Completely mental.
Ron: The world's mental.

[deleted scene]
Fred: Look everyone, it's the heir of Slytherin!
George: 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.

Tom: I have seen your heart and it is mine. I have seen your dreams, Ronald Weasley, and I have seen your fears...
Harry: Ron! Don't listen to it!
Tom: Least loved by the mother who craved a daughter. Least loved, by the girl who prefers your friend...
Harry: Ron! Stab it!
[Riddle's soul takes the shapes of Harry and Hermione]
Riddle: We were better without you, happier without you.
Riddle: Who could look at you beside Harry Potter? What are you, compared to the Chosen One...?
Harry: Ron! It lies! Stab it! STAB IT!
Riddle: Your mother confessed that she would have preferred me as a son...
Riddle: Who wouldn't prefer him? What woman would take you? You are nothing... nothing... nothing to him...
[Riddle-Hermione and Riddle-Harry starts to kiss in the fog. Ron looks shocked. Ron's head turns to Harry, who freezes. A trace of scarlet glints in Ron's eyes]
Ron: NOOO!
[Ron raises the sword, stabs it through Riddle-Harry and Riddle-Hermione, and then reaches the locket, and then there's silence]
Ron: Just think... only three to go.

[Tonks and Ron arrive at the Burrow. Hermione hugs Ron gratefully]
Nymphadora: Deserves that. Brilliant, he was. Wouldn't be standing here without him.
Hermione: Really?
Ron: Always the tone of surprise.

[Patrick holds his report card]
Patrick: C minus, ladies and gentlemen! I am below average!
Sam: Below average!
Patrick: Below average!

Hermione: [as she is cutting Harry's hair] Oh my God...
Harry: What?
[Sounding worried, he starts checking the hair around the back of his neck]
Hermione: I'll tell you in a minute.
Harry: How about you tell me now?
Hermione: Alright. The Sword of Gryffindor. It's Goblin-made.
Harry: [points at her with both hands, with heavy irony] Brilliant!

Ron: [to Hermione and Ginny] He'll be here, soon.
[starts eating]
Hermione: [smacks him on the arm with a book] Will you stop eating? Your best friend is missing!
Ron: Turn around, you lunatic!
[Hermione and Ginny looks towards the Great Hall door and sees Harry covered in blood]
Ginny: He's covered in blood again. Why is it he's always covered in blood?
Ron: Well, it looks like it's his own this time.

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!

Waiter: [Hermione hides from Cormac at the Christmas party. Waiter offers hors d'oeuvres] Dragon tartare?
Hermione: No, I'm fine, thank you.
[Harry shakes his head]
Waiter: Just as well. They give one horribly bad breath.
Hermione: On second thoughts...
[grabs the tray and gobbles one]
Hermione: Maybe it'll keep Cormac at bay... oh, God, here he comes!

Hermione: Ron, you spoiled everything!

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...

Hermione: [Hermione's face is now of a cat's] Look at my face.
Ron: Look at your tail.

Oliver: I don't believe it! Where you think you're going, Flint?
Marcus: Qudditch practice!
Oliver: I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today.
Marcus: Easy, Wood. I've got a note.
Ron: Uh-oh. I smell trouble.
Oliver: "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: Malfoy?
Draco: 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: A gift from Draco's father.
Draco: You see, Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best.
Hermione: At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent.
Draco: 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: 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: Wow! Can you turn him around Harry?
Harry: No Colin! Get out of the way!
[he and Hermione assist Ron up]
Harry: Come on, let's take him to Hagrid's.
[Ron throws up another slug]
Harry: He'll know what to do.
[he, Hermione, and Ron run off to Hagrid's as Ron continues to throw up slugs. Malfoy looks at them, then back at his teammates, laughing]

Harry: First we've got to find a place to practice where Umbridge won't find out.
Ginny: The Shrieking Shack?
Harry: It's too small.
Hermione: The Forbidden Forest?
Ron: Not bloody likely!
Ginny: Harry, what happens if Umbridge does find out?
Hermione: Who cares? I mean, it's sort of exciting, isn't it, breaking the rules.
Ron: Who are you and what have you done with Hermione Granger?
Hermione: Anyway, at least we know one positive thing that came from today.
Harry: What's that?
Hermione: Cho couldn't take her eyes off you, could she?

Hermione: That foul, evil old gargoyle! We're not learn how to defend ourselves, we're not learning how to pass our O.W.L.s. She's taking over the entire school!

Lucius: Mr. Potter! Lucius Malfoy. We meet at last. Forgive me, 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: You must be very brave to mention his name. Or very foolish.
Hermione: Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself.
Lucius: And you must be Miss Granger. Yes, Draco's told me all about you. And your parents. Muggles, aren't they? Let me see. Red hair... vacant expressions... tatty second hand book... you must be the Weasleys.
Arthur: Children, it's mad in here. Let's go outside.
Lucius: Well, well, well. Weasley Senior.
Arthur: Lucius.
Lucius: Busy time at the Ministry, Arthur, all those extra raids? I do hope they're paying you overtime. Though judging by the state of this, I'd say not.
[picks up a book out of Ginny's cauldron and discreetly slips Riddle's diary along with it back in the cauldron without anyone noticing]
Lucius: What's the use in being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?
Arthur: We have a very different idea about what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy.
Lucius: Clearly. Associating with muggles. And I thought your family could sink no lower.
Lucius: [to Arthur as he walks out of Flourish & Blotts] See you at work.
Draco: [to Harry as he walks out] See you at school.

[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!

Moaning: *I'm* Moaning Myrtle! I wouldn't expect you to know me! Who would ever talk about ugly, miserable, moping, Moaning Myrtle? AHHHHHHHHHH!
[she lets out a piercing shriek and dive-bombs into one of the toilets, disappearing with a splash]
Hermione: She's a little sensitive.

Ron: Hey!
[Hermione stalks up to him, furious]
Hermione: [yanks his rucksack off his shoulder] You...
[shoves him]
Hermione: Complete...
[throws a handful of leaves and twigs at him]
Hermione: *Arse*, Ronald Weasley! You show up here after weeks, and you say 'Hey'?
[rounds on Harry]
Hermione: Where's my wand, Harry? Where's my wand?
Harry: [hides it quickly] I don't know!
Hermione: Harry Potter, you give me my wand!

Hermione: Professor, I was wondering if you could tell us about the Chamber of Secrets.
Professor: [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: 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.
Hermione: Muggle-borns.
Professor: Well naturally the school has been searched many times. No such chamber has been found.

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.

Bellatrix: [Holding Hermione down] That sword is meant to be in my vault at Gringotts, how did you get it? Did you and your friends take it from my vault?
Hermione: I didn't take anything. Please. I didn't take anything.
Bellatrix: I don't believe it.