The Best Professor Lupin Quotes

Harry: Professor, can I ask you something?
Professor: You want to know why I stopped you facing that boggart, yes? I would have thought that would be obvious - I assumed it would take the shape of Lord Voldemort.
Harry: I did think of Voldemort - at first. But then I remembered that night on the train... and the dementor...
Professor: I'm very impressed. That suggests that what you fear most of all... is fear itself. This is very wise.

Professor: Now repeat after me - without wands please - repeat after me, Riddikulus.
Class: Riddikulus!
Professor: Very good. A little louder please, and very clearly. Rid-di-kulus.
Class: Riddikulus!
Malfoy: [under his breath] This class is ridiculous.

Sirius: Enough talk, Remus! C'mon, let's kill him!
Professor: Wait!
Sirius: I did my waiting! Twelve years of it! In Azkaban!
Professor: Very well, kill him. But wait one more minute. Harry has the right to know why.
Harry: I know why! You betrayed my parents! You're the reason they're dead!
Professor: No, Harry, it wasn't him! Somebody did betray your parents, but it was somebody who, until quite recently, I believed to be dead.
Harry: Who was it then?
Sirius: Peter Pettigrew! And he's in this room, right now! Come out, come out, Peter! Come out and play!

Professor: What frightens you most in the world?
Neville: [mumbling] Pfsr Snpe.
Professor: I'm sorry?
Neville: Professor Snape.
[laughter]
Professor: Professor Sna- yes, he frightens all.

Professor: Expelliarmus! Ah, vengeance is sweet. How I hoped I'd be the one to catch you.
[to Lupin]
Professor: I told Dumbledore you were helping an old friend enter the castle and now here's the proof.
Sirius: Brilliant, Snape - once again you've put your keen and penetrating mind to the task and as usual come to the wrong conclusion. Now if you'll excuse us, Remus and I have some unfinished business to attend to.
Professor: [raises his wand at Black] Give me a reason. I beg you.
Professor: Severus, don't be a fool...
Sirius: He can't help it. It's habit by now.
Professor: Sirius, be quiet!
Sirius: Be quiet yourself, Remus!
Professor: Listen to you two, quarrelling like an old married couple.
Sirius: Why don't you run along and play with your chemistry set?
Professor: [puts his wand to Black's throat] I could do it, you know... But why deny the Dementors? They're so longing to see you.
[Sirius trembles]
Professor: Do I detect a flicker of fear? Ah, yes. The Dementor's Kiss. One can only imagine what that must be like to endure. It's said to be nearly unbearable to witness, but I'll do my best.

[Harry has just successfully conjured a Patronus]
Professor: You know something, Harry? I think you would have given your father a run for his money, and THAT is saying something.
[beat]
Harry: I was thinking of him... and Mum. Seeing their faces. They were talking to me, just talking. That's the memory I chose. I don't even know if it's real. But it's the best I have.

Professor: Why you insolent, little...
Professor: ...Professor.

Harry: Professor, why do the dementors affect me so? More than anyone else, I mean?
Professor: Listen, dementors are among the foulest creatures to walk this earth. They feed on every good feeling, every happy memory until a person is left with nothing but his worst experiences. The dementors affect you more than others because there are true horrors in your past, horrors your classmates can scarcely imagine. You are not weak, Harry. You have nothing to be ashamed of.
Harry: I'm scared, Professor.
Professor: Well, I'd consider you a fool if you weren't.

Professor: The very first time I saw you Harry, I recognized you immediately. Not by your scar, by your eyes. They're your mother; Lily's. Yes, I knew her. You mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn't see it in themselves. Your father, James, however, had a certain, shall we say, talent for trouble. A talent, rumor has it, he passed onto you. You're more like them then you know, Harry. In time you'll come to see just how much.