~ fred and George, however, found all this very funny. They went out of their way to march ahead of Harry down the corridors, shouting, "Make way for the Heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through..."

~ Harry's fine, he's down in the Chamber of Secrets having té with his fanged servent...

~ "No - no - no!" someone was shouting. "No! Fred! No!"
And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.

~ Ron: “Sure you’re not thinking of Gorgovitch?”
Harry: “Who?”
“Dragomir Gorgovitch, Chaser, transferred to the Chudley Cannons for a record fee two years ago. Record holder for most Quaffle drops in a season.”
“No,” dicho Harry. “I’m definitely not thinking of Gorgovitch.
“I try not to either,” dicho Ron.

~ "I don't go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me."

~ "Are tu insane? Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! Have tu got a house? When can I mover in?"

~ "Well, I don't know how to break this to you, but I think they might have noticed we broke into Gringotts."

~ "I hope you're pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed - o worse, expelled. Now if tu don't mind, I'm going to bed."

~ fred looked across the hall at the poltergeist bobbing on his level above the crowd.
"Give her hell from us, Peeves."
And Peeves, whom Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset.

~ "Has Ron saved a goal yet?" asked Hermione.
"Well, he can do it if he thinks no one is watching him," dicho Fred, rolling his eyes. "So all we have to do is ask the crowd to turn their backs and talk among themselves every time the Quaffle goes up on his end Saturday."

~ "You don't want to bottle your anger up like that, Harry, let it all out," dicho Fred, beaming. "There might be a couple people fifty miles away who didn't hear you."

~ "--but tu get these massive pus-filled boils too," dicho George, "and we haven't worked out how to get rid of them yet."
"I can't see any boils," dicho Ron, staring at the twins.
"No, well, tu wouldn't," dicho Fred, "they're not in a place we generally display to the public --"
"-- but they make sitting on a escoba a right pain in the --"

~ "Hey, look - Harry's got a Weasley sweater, too!" fred and George were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow 'F' on it, the other a 'G.'
"Harry's is better than ours, though," dicho Fred, holding up Harry's sweater. "She obviously makes más of an effort if you're not family."
"Why aren't tu wearing yours, Ron?" George demanded. "Come on, get it on, they're lovely and warm."
"I hate maroon," Ron moaned half-heartedly as he pulled it over his head.
"You haven't got a letter on yours," George observed. "I suppose she thinks tu don't forget your name. But we're not stupid - we know we're called Gred and Forge."

~ "You're a prefect? Oh Ronnie! That's everyone in the family!" [Molly Weasley]
"What are fred and I? siguiente door neighbours?"

~ "So parte superior, arriba grade's O for 'Outstanding,'" she [Hermione] was saying, "and then there's A-"
"No, E," George corrected her, "E for 'Exceeds Expectations.' And I've always thought fred and I should've got E in everything, because we exceeded expectations just por turning up for the exams."

~ "Well, I certainly don't," dicho Percy sanctimoniously. "I shudder to think what the state of my in-tray would be if I was away from work for five days."
"Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?" dicho Fred.
"That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!" dicho Percy, going very red in the face. "It was nothing personal!"
"It was," fred whispered to Harry as they got up from the table. "We sent it."

~ "This isn't how we imagined handing over our present," dicho George grimly, putting down a large wrapped gift on Ron's bedside cabinet and sitting beside Ginny.
"Yeah, when we pictured the scene, he was conscious," dicho Fred.

~ “For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes. That’s a basilisk, listeners. One simple test: Check whether the thing that’s glaring at tu has got legs. If it has, it’s seguro to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that’s still likely to be the last thing tu ever do.” [Fred]

~ "Well, I can certainly see why we're trying to keep them alive. Who wouldn't want pets that can burn, sting, and bite all at once?"

~ "Longbottom, if brains were gold, you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something."

~ "Azkaban - the wizard's prison, Goyle. Honestly, if tu were any slower, you'd be going backwards."

~ "You'd better hurry up, they'll be waiting for 'the Chosen Captain'-- 'The Boy Who Scored'-- whatever they call tu these days."

~ "Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic far beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off tu trot!"

~ "If tu made a better rata than a human, that's not much to boast about."

~ "This is how it is - this is why you're not in the Order - tu don't understand - there are things worth dying for!"

~ "You have a habit of turning up in unexpected places, Potter, and tu are very rarely there for no good reason."

~ "The Dark Lord, for instance, almost always knows when somebody is lying to him. Only those skilled at Occlumency are able to shut down those feelings and memories that contradict the lie, and to utter falsehoods in his presence without detection."

~ "Oh, very good," interrupted Snape, his lip curling. "Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. 'Ghosts are transparent.'"

~ "Ah, of course. There is no need to tell me any more, Ms. Granger. Which one of tu will be dying this year?"

~ "Really, Severus," dicho Professor McGonagall sharply. "I see no reason to stop the boy playing Quidditch. This cat wasn't hit over the head with a broomstick. There is no evidence at all that Potter has done anything wrong."

~ "Well, usually when a person shakes their head," dicho McGonagall coldly, "they mean 'no.' So unless Miss Edgecombe is using a form of sign language as yet unknown to humans --"

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