Ron: It's spooky! She knows more about you than you do!
Harry: Who doesn't?
Hermione: [after Hermione and Harry sink in the Devil's Snare, Ron is still panicking] He's not relaxing, is he?
Harry: Apparently not.
Hermione: I've gotta do something!
Harry: What?
Hermione: Oh, I remember reading something in herbology... um...
Ron: Hel-!
Hermione: Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare..."It's deadly fun, but will sulk in the sun!" That's it! Devil's Snare hates sunlight! Lumos Solem!
[she conjures a type of sunlight from her wand; Ron falls to the ground below]
Harry: Ron, you okay?
Ron: Yeah.
Harry: Okay.
Ron: [sigh]
Lucky we didn't panic.
Harry: Lucky Hermione pays attention in herbology.
Ron: What do they think they're doing, keeping a thing like that locked up in a school?
Hermione: You don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't you see what it was standing on?
Ron: I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads... or maybe you didn't notice? There were three!
Ron: I think we've had a bad influence on her.
Oliver Wood: Scared, Harry?
Harry: A little.
Oliver Wood: That's all right. I felt the same way before my first game.
Harry: What happened?
Oliver Wood: I, uh, I don't really remember. I took a bludger to the head two minutes in. Woke up in hospital a week later.
Professor McGonagall: [to Harry and Ron after beating the Mountain Troll] Five points... will be awarded to each of you.
[Ron and Harry smile at each other]
Professor McGonagall: For sheer dumb luck.
Professor Severus Snape: What would three young Gryffindors such as yourselves be doing inside... on a day like this?
Hermione: Uh... well... we... we were just...
Professor Severus Snape: You ought to be careful. People will think you're...
[sees Harry staring at him]
Professor Severus Snape: Up to
something.
[deleted scene]
Professor Severus Snape: For your information Potter, Asphodel and Wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of the Living Death, a Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for Monkshood and Wolfbane, they are the same plant which also goes by the name of Aconite. Well, why
aren't you all copying this down?
Fred Weasley: Well done, Harry. Wood's just told us.
Ron: Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters.
George Weasley: Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch.
Fred Weasley: Brutal, but no one's died in years. Someone will
vanish occasionally, but they'll turn up in a month or two!
Professor McGonagall: Albus, do you really think it safe, leaving him with these people? I've watched them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are...
Dumbledore: The only family he has.
Professor McGonagall: This boy will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know his name.
Dumbledore: Exactly. He's far better off growing up away from all of that. Until he is ready.
[during the final chess game; Harry looks around at the board]
Harry: Wait a minute!
Ron: You see it, don't you, Harry? Once I make my move, the Queen will take me. Then you're free to check the King.
Harry: No. Ron, NO!
Hermione: What is it?
Harry: He's going to sacrifice
himself.
Hermione: No, you can't, there must be another way!
Ron: Do you want to stop Snape from getting that stone or not?
[Hermione looks stunned]
Ron: Harry, it's you that has to go on, I *know* it. Not me, not Hermione, YOU.
[Harry takes a deep breath and nods]
Ron: [after a deep
breath] Knight to H3.
[Ron and his horse advance to the next square. Ron breathes deep]
Ron: Check.
[The white Queen turns, advances slowly upon him, then draws her sword and plunges it into his horse, throwing him violently to the ground]
Harry: RON!
[Hermione makes as if to run to him]
Harry: [to
Hermione] NO! DON'T MOVE! Don't forget - we're still playing.
[Harry moves three squares diagonally to his left and turns to face the King]
Harry: CHECKMATE.
Draco Malfoy: You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't wanna go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.
[he holds out his hand, which Harry doesn't take]
Harry: I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks.
Ron: I'm Ron by the way, Ron Weasley.
Harry: I'm Harry. Harry Potter.
Ron: So... so it's true! I mean, do you really have the... the...
Harry: The what?
Ron: [in a hushed tone] The scar?
Harry: Oh.
[shows him the scar on his forehead]
Harry: Yeah.
Ron: Wicked!
[about Every Flavor Beans]
Dumbledore: I was most unfortunate in my youth to come across a vomit-flavored one, and since then I'm afraid I've lost my liking for them. But, I think I could be safe with a nice toffee.
[eats it]
Dumbledore: Mm, alas, earwax.