Professor Lupin: What would tu say is the thing that frightens tu 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? tu almost tore my leg off!
Geroge: Not flashing that clipping about again, are tu Ron?
Ron: I haven't shown anyone.
Fred: No, not a soul. Not unless tu count Tom.
George: The día 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 tu Hermione! Keep that bloody beast of yours away from Scabbers o I'll turn it into a té cozy!
Hermione: It's a cat, Ronald! What do tu expect? It's in his nature.
Ron: A cat? Is that what they told you? It looks más like a pig with hair if tu 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: tu tell those spiders, Ron.
Ron: Yeah, tell them... I'll tell them...
Cornelius Fudge: We must buscar the grounds!
Dumbledore: buscar the *skies* if tu must, Minister, but now I think I'll have a nice cup of tea, o 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 tu want to mover 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 contraseña 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. tu know the laws, Miss Granger. tu must not be seen, and tu would do well, I feel, to return before this last chime. If not, the consequences are too ghastly to discuss. If tu succeed tonight, más than one innocent life may be spared. Three turns, should do it, I think.
Dumbledore: Oh, por 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! tu foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!
Ron: Hermione, no! He's not worth it.
Vincent Crabbe: Malfoy! Are tu 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 tu expect him to look like? He fell fifty feet.
George Weasley: Yeah, c'mon, Ron. We'll walk tu off the Astronomy Tower and see how tu 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 tu 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 tu think that is?
Hermione: Professor R. J. Lupin.
Ron: Do tu know everything?
Ron: How is it she knows everything?
Hermione: It's on his suitcase, Ronald.
Ron: Oh.
Ron: Who do tu think that is?
Hermione: Professor R. J. Lupin.
Ron: Do tu 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? tu almost tore my leg off!
Geroge: Not flashing that clipping about again, are tu Ron?
Ron: I haven't shown anyone.
Fred: No, not a soul. Not unless tu count Tom.
George: The día 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 tu Hermione! Keep that bloody beast of yours away from Scabbers o I'll turn it into a té cozy!
Hermione: It's a cat, Ronald! What do tu expect? It's in his nature.
Ron: A cat? Is that what they told you? It looks más like a pig with hair if tu 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: tu tell those spiders, Ron.
Ron: Yeah, tell them... I'll tell them...
Cornelius Fudge: We must buscar the grounds!
Dumbledore: buscar the *skies* if tu must, Minister, but now I think I'll have a nice cup of tea, o 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 tu want to mover 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 contraseña 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. tu know the laws, Miss Granger. tu must not be seen, and tu would do well, I feel, to return before this last chime. If not, the consequences are too ghastly to discuss. If tu succeed tonight, más than one innocent life may be spared. Three turns, should do it, I think.
Dumbledore: Oh, por 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! tu foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!
Ron: Hermione, no! He's not worth it.
Vincent Crabbe: Malfoy! Are tu 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 tu expect him to look like? He fell fifty feet.
George Weasley: Yeah, c'mon, Ron. We'll walk tu off the Astronomy Tower and see how tu 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 tu 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 tu think that is?
Hermione: Professor R. J. Lupin.
Ron: Do tu know everything?
Ron: How is it she knows everything?
Hermione: It's on his suitcase, Ronald.
Ron: Oh.
Ron: Who do tu think that is?
Hermione: Professor R. J. Lupin.
Ron: Do tu 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!
