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MCGONAGALL: What are you talking about, Mr. Weasley? |
RON: You're going to expel us, aren't you? |
MCGONAGALL: Not today, Mr. Weasley but I must impress on both of you the seriousness of what you have done. |
MCGONAGALL: I will be writing to your families tonight, and you will both receive detention. |
PROFESSOR SPROUT: Morning, everyone. |
CLASS: Good morning, everyone. |
PROFESSOR SPROUT: Good morning, Professor Sprout. |
PROFESSOR SPROUT: Welcome to Greenhouse Three, Second Years. |
PROFESSOR SPROUT: Today, we will be re-potting Mandrakes. |
PROFESSOR SPROUT: Now, who here can tell me the properties of the Mandrake? |
PROFESSOR SPROUT: Yes, Miss Granger. |
HERMIONE: Mandrake, or Mandragora is used to return those who have been Petrified to their original state. |
HERMIONE: It's also quite dangerous. |
HERMIONE: The Mandrake's cry is fatal to anyone who hears it. |
PROFESSOR SPROUT: Excellent. Ten points to Gryffindor. |
PROFESSOR SPROUT: As our Mandrakes are still only seedlings their cries won't kill you yet. |
PROFESSOR SPROUT: But they could knock you out for hours, which is why I have given you earmuffs for auditory protection. |
PROFESSOR SPROUT: So could you please put them on, right away? Quickly. |
PROFESSOR SPROUT: Flaps tight down, and watch me closely. |
PROFESSOR SPROUT: You grasp your Mandrake firmly. |
PROFESSOR SPROUT: You pull it sharply up out of the pot. |
PROFESSOR SPROUT: Got it? And now you dunk it down into the other pot |
PROFESSOR SPROUT: and pour a little sprinkling of soil to keep him warm. |
PROFESSOR SPROUT: Longbottom's been neglecting his earmuffs. |
SEAMUS: No, ma'am, he's just fainted. |
PROFESSOR SPROUT: Yes, well, just leave him there. |
PROFESSOR SPROUT: Right, on we go. |
PROFESSOR SPROUT: Plenty of pots to go around. |
PROFESSOR SPROUT: Grasp your Mandrake and pull it up. |
PENELOPE CLEARWATER: There's Nearly Headless Nick. |
PERCY : Hello, Sir Nicolas. |
SIR NICHOLAS: Hello, Percy, Miss Clearwater. |
RON: Say it. I'm doomed. |
HARRY: You're doomed. |
COLIN: Hi, Harry. |
COLIN: I'm Colin Creevey. I'm in Gryffindor too. |
HARRY: Hi, Colin. Nice to meet you. |
DEAN: Ron, is that your owl? |
RON: Bloody bird's a menace. |
SEAMUS : Heads up, everyone. |
SEAMUS : Weasley's gotten himself a Howler. |
NEVILLE: Go on, Ron. |
NEVILLE: I ignored one from my gran once. |
NEVILLE: It was horrible. |
MRS. WEASLEY: RONALD WEASLEY! |
MRS. WEASLEY: HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! |
MRS. WEASLEY: I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED! |
MRS. WEASLEY: YOUR FATHER'S NOW FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK AND IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! |
MRS. WEASLEY: IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME! |
MRS. WEASLEY: And, Ginny, dear, congratulations on making Gryffindor. |
MRS. WEASLEY: Your father and I are so proud. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Me. Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League and five times winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: But I don't talk about that. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her! |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Now, be warned. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: You may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: I must ask you not to scream. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: It might provoke them. |
SEAMUS: Cornish pixies? |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Freshly caught Cornish pixies. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Laugh if you will, Mr. Finnegan but pixies can be devilishly tricky little blighters. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Let's see what you make of them. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Come on now, round them up, round them up! |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: They're only pixies. |
CORNISH PIXIES: You just stay there! |
NEVILLE: Please, get me down! |
HERMIONE: Get off me! |
HARRY: Stop. Hold still! |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Peskipiksi Pesternomi! |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: I'll ask you three to just nip the rest of them back into their cage. |
RON: What do we do now? |
HERMIONE: Immobulus! |
NEVILLE: Why is it always me? |
WOOD: I spent the summer devising a whole new Quidditch program. |
WOOD: We're gonna train earlier, harder and longer. |
WOOD: What...? I don't believe it. |
WOOD: Where you think you're going, Flint? |
FLINT: Quidditch practice. |
WOOD: I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today. |
FLINT: Easy, Wood. I've got a note. |
RON: I smell trouble. |
WOOD: I, Professor Severus Snape, do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new Seeker. |
WOOD: You've got a new Seeker. Who? |
HARRY: Malfoy? |
DRACO: That's right. |
DRACO: And that's not all that's new this year. |
RON: Those are Nimbus 2001 s. |
RON: How did you get those? |
FLINT: A gift from Draco's father. |
DRACO: You see, Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best. |
HERMIONE: At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. |
HERMIONE: They got in on pure talent. |
DRACO: No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood. |
RON: You'll pay for that one, Malfoy. |
RON: Eat slugs! |
HERMIONE: You okay, Ron? |
HERMIONE: Say something. |
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