Quotes from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (Page 2)

Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.
Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git.
Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.
Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.

Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs - Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers - are proud to present - THE MARAUDER'S MAP.

Ah, well, people can be stupid abou' their pets.

"Penelope and I have got a bet on," he told the team. "Ten Galleons on the outcome of the match!"
Penelope put the Firebolt down again, thanked Harry and went back to her table.
"Harry - make sure you win," said Percy, in an urgent whisper. "I haven't got ten Galleons."

She pointed at the brand-new silver badge on Percy's chest. "Second Head Boy in the family!" she said, swelling with pride.
"And last," Fred muttered under his breath.

Prongs rode again last night... You know, Harry, in a way, you did see your father last night... You found him inside yourself.

But we also know we've got the best - ruddy - team - in - the - school.

Bad news, Harry. I've just been to see Professor McGonagall about the Firebolt. She - er - got a bit shirty with me. Told me I'd got my priorities wrong. Seemed to think I cared more about winning the Cup than I do about you staying alive. Just because I told her I didn't care if it threw you off, as long as you caught the Snitch on it first. Honestly, the way she was yelling at me... you'd think I'd said something terrible.

This is our last chance - my last chance - to win the Quidditch Cup. I'll be leaving at the end of this year. I'll never get another shot at it.

Lee Jordan: "Thirty-zero! Take that, you dirty, cheating -"
Minerva McGonagall: "Jordan, if you can't commentate in an unbiased way -!"
Lee Jordan: "I'm telling it like it is, Professor!"

Ha haaa! Too bad, boys! You'll need to get up earlier than that to beat a Firebolt!

No Dementor will cross the threshold of this castle while I am Headmaster.

Harry Potter: "What if I accidentally let something slip?"
Uncle Vernon: "You'll get the stuffing knocked out of you, won't you?"

"You cheating scum!" Lee Jordan was howling into the megaphone, dancing out of Professor McGonagall's reach. "you filthy, cheating b-"

Lee Jordan: "Look at that Firebolt go! Potter's really putting it through its paces now. See it turn - Chang's Comet is just no match for it. The Firebolt's precision-balance is really noticeable in these long -"
Minerva McGonagall: "Jordan! Are you being paid to advertise Firebolts? Get on with the commentary!"

"And here are the Gryffindors!" yelled Lee Jordan, who was acting as a commentator as usual. "Potter, Bell, Johnson, Spinnet, Weasley, Weasley and Wood. Widely aknowledged as the best side Hogwarts has seen in a good few years.

"Ginny's got other brothers to set her an example, Mother," said Percy loftily. "I'm going up to change for dinner."
He disappeared and George heaved a sigh.
"We tried to shut him in a pyramid," he told Harry. "But Mum spotted us."

And here come the Slytherin team, led by captain Flint. He's made some changes in the line-up and seems to be going for size rather than skill.

Tell me boy, does anything penetrate that thick skull of yours?

Why, dear boy, we don't send wizards to Azkaban just for blowing up their aunts.

Fudge: "Black was vicious. He didn't kill Pettigrew, he destroyed him. A finger. That's all that was left, a finger. Nothing else."
McGonagall: "Sirius Black may not have put his hands to the Potters, but he's the reason they're dead."
Fudge: "And now he wants to finish what he started."

Trelawney: "I dare not, Headmaster! If I join the table, we shall be thirteen! Nothing could be more unlucky! Never forget that when thirteen dine together, the first to rise will be the first to die!"
McGonagall: "We'll risk it, Sybill. Do sit down, the turkey's getting stone cold."

I am sorry to say that from the moment you have arrived in this class, my dear, it has been apparent that you do not have what the noble art of Divination requires. Indeed, I don’t remember ever meeting a student whose mind was so hopelessly Mundane.

It will happen tonight. The Dark Lord lies alone and friendless, abandoned by his followers. His servant has been chained these twelve years. Tonight, before midnight... the servant will break free and set out to rejoin his master. The Dark Lord will rise again with his servant's aid, greater and more terrible than ever he was.

Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black.

"By the way, my dear," she shot suddenly at Parvati Patil, "beware a red-haired man." Parvati gave a startled look at Ron, who was right behind her and edged her chair away from him.

I'm impressed. That suggests what you fear most of all is - fear. Very wise, Harry.

Welcome to Divination. My name is Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my Inner Eye.

"Well, hello, Peter" said Lupin pleasantly, as though rats frequently erupted into old school friends around him. "Long time, no see."

Not at all up to your usual standard, Hermione. Only one out of three, I'm afraid. I have not been helping Sirius get into the castle and I certainly don't want Harry dead. But I won't deny that I am a werewolf.

Your parents gave their lives to keep you alive, Harry. A poor way to repay them - gambling their sacrifice for a bag of magic tricks.

Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.

"You should have realized," said Lupin quietly, "if Voldemort didn’t kill you, we would. Good-bye, Peter."

You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you’ll have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no... anything.

I was a small boy when I received the bite. My parents tried everything, but in those days there was no cure.

Harry: "I'm scared, Professor."
Lupin: "Well, I'd consider you a fool if you weren't."

"That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger," said Snape coolly. "Five more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all."

"It is Uranus, my dear," said Professor Trelawney, peering down at the chart.
"Can I have a look at Uranus too, Lavender?" said Ron.

Suppose you'd love to live here, wouldn't you, Weasley? Dreaming about having your own bedroom? I heard your family all sleep in one room - is that true?

What would your head have been doing in Hogsmeade, Potter? Your head is not allowed in Hogsmeade. No part of your body has permission to be in Hogsmeade.

Snape: "On my desk by Monday morning, two rolls of parchment on the Werewolf, with particular emphasis on recognizing it."
Harry: "Sir, it's Quidditch tomorrow."
Snape: "Then I suggest you take extra care, Mr. Potter. Loss of limb will not excuse you."

Possibly no one's warned you, Lupin, but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear.

When will they learn, that hanging's the only way to deal with these people?

Fudge: "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."

And Potter - do try and win, won't you? Or we'll be out of the running for the eighth year in a row, as Professor Snape was kind enough to remind me only last night.