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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.