Professor Snape: Have you any theories as to how Black got in?
Dumbledore: Many, each as unlikely as the next.

Hermione Granger: So what was it like?
[speaking about Harry's kiss]
Harry Potter: Kind of wet.
Hermione Granger: Well, she has been crying a lot lately...
Ron Weasley: Well, you'd think a bit of snogging would make her happy

Don't fight him Harry, you can't win!

Albus Dumbledore

Carry out the deed.

Bellatrix Lestrange

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.

Mr. Ollivander: Curious... very curious...
Harry: Excuse me, sir, but what's curious?
Mr. Ollivander: I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. It just so happens that the phoenix whose tailfeather resides in your wand gave another... just one other. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand... when its brother gave you that scar.
Harry: [puts a hand to his forehead] And who owned that wand?
Mr. Ollivander: We do not speak his name! The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. It's not always clear why. But I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things. Terrible! Yes. But great.

Ron: [looking for information about Nicholas Flamell] We've looked a hundred times.
Hermione: [leaning closer] Not in the restricted section. Happy Christmas.

Maybe you don't have to do this all by yourself, mate.

Ron Weasley

Only a person who wanted to find the Stone - find it, but not use it - would be able to get it. That is one of my more brilliant ideas. And between you and me, that is saying something.


Cornelius Fudge: [just after Buckbeak's escape] We must search the grounds!
Dumbledore: Search the *skies* if you must, Minister, but now I think I'll have a nice cup of tea, or a large brandy. Oh, and executioner, your services are no longer required. Thank you.
Hagrid: You'll find no small glasses in *this* house.

Harry! I'd almost forgotten you were here, standing on the bones of my father. I'd introduce you, but rumor has it you're almost as famous as me these days.


Hermione: Everything's going to change now isn't it?
Harry: Yes.

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