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