The best Quotes by Ron Weasley

"Follow the spiders"... Why spiders? Why couldn't it be "follow the butterflies"?

You're a little scary sometimes, you know that? Brilliant... but scary.

Hermione: "I mean, it's sort of exciting isn't it? Breaking the rules."
Ron: "Who are you and what have you done with Hermione Granger?"

"Ron!", she said furiously. "Don't you ever let me see you throwing knives again!"
"I won't," said Ron, "let you see," he added under his breath, as he turned back to the sprout mountain.

Hermione: "We didn't hear stories like that when we were little, we heard 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarves' and 'Cinderella'..."
Ron: "What's that? An illness?"

If you're not in Gryffindor, we'll disinherit you, but no pressure.

She needs to sort out her priorities!

"So that's little Scorpius," said Ron under his breath. "Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains."
"Ron, for heaven's sake," said Hermione, half-stern, half-amused. "Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!"
"You're right, sorry," said Ron, but unable to help himself he added, "don't get too friendy with him, though, Rosi. Granddad Weasley would never forgive you if you married a pure-blood."

Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid lets Dumbledore down.

If we die for them, I'll kill you, Harry!

Don't let the Muggles get you down!

McGonagall: "Why is it, when something bad happens, it's always you three?"
Ron: "Believe me, professor, I've been asking myself the exact same thing for the past six years."

And leave Hermione? You mad? We wouldn't last two days without her. Don't tell her I said that.

"How do you spell 'belligerent'?" said Ron, shaking his quill very hard while staring at his parchment. "It can't be B-U-M-"
"No, it isn't," said Hermione, pulling Ron's essay toward her. "And 'augury' doesn't begin O-R-G either. What kind of quill are you using?"
"It's one of Fred and George's Spell-Check ones, but I think the charm must be wearing off."

Only time I've ever seen Dad as angry as Mum. Fred reckons his left buttock has never been the same since.

Hermione: "I don't think anyone should ride that broom just yet!"
Ron: "What d'you think Harry's going to do with it - sweep the floor?"

Percy: "We're trying to standardise cauldron thickness. Some of these foreign imports are just a shade too thin - leakages have been increasing at a rate of almost three per cent a year -"
Ron: "That'll change the world, that report will."

So you’re telling me that the whole of history rests on... Neville Longbottom? This is pretty wild.

Ron: "I have not got spattergroit!"
Healer: "But the unsightly blemishes upon your visage, young master -"
Ron: "They're freckles!"

Hermione: "It's impossible to make good food out of nothing! You can summon it if you know where it is, you can transform it, you can increase the quantity if you've already got some -"
Ron: "- well, don't bother increasing this, it's disgusting."

"Er - how are the flobberworms?"
"Dead," said Hagrid gloomily. "Too much lettuce."
"Oh no!" said Ron, his lip twitching.

"What would it have been for you?" said Ron sniggering. "A piece of homework that got nine out of ten?"

"A study of Hogwarts' Prefects and their later careers," Ron read aloud off the back cover. "That sounds fascinating."

"And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?"
"Throw it away and punch him on the nose," Ron suggested.

"Excuse me, I don't like people just because they're handsome!" said Hermione indignantly.
Ron gave a loud false cough, which sounded oddly like "Lockhart!"

Percy wouldn't recognize a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing Dobby's tea cozy.

Ron: "What are we doing with all these books, anyway?"
Hermine: "Just trying to decide which ones to take with us when we're looking for the Horcruxes."
Ron: "Oh, of course. I forgot we'll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library."

I like a nice chat before I go to bed. Now all you do is ready that bloody book. It's just like being with Hermione.

The Sorting Hat urged us all to be brave and strong in these troubled times. Easy for it to say, huh? It's a hat, isn't it?

Hermione: "There's been a lot of talk recently that Dumbledore got a bit old."
Harry: "Rubbish! Well, he's only... what is he?"
Ron: "150? Give or take a few years."

There's a time and a place for getting a smart mouth.

Lockhart'll sign anything if it stands still long enough.

Harry: "You're going to have 'trials and suffering' - sorry about that - but there's a thing that could be the sun... hang on... that means 'great happiness'... so you're going to suffer but be very happy."
Ron: "You need your Inner Eye tested, if you ask me."

"Have either of you seen my copy of Numerology and Gramatica?"
"Oh, yeah, I borrowed it for a bit of bedtime reading," said Ron, but very quietly.

"Aaaaah," said Ron, imitating Professor Trelawney's mystical whisper, "when two Neptunes appear in the sky, it is a sure sign that a midget in glasses is being born, Harry."

Harry: "I wouldn't mind knowing how Riddle got an award for special services to Hogwarts either."
Ron: "Could've been anything. Maybe he got thirty O.W.L.s or saved a teacher from the giant squid. Maybe he murdered Myrtle; that would've done everyone a favor."

"Would anyone like me to help interpret the shadowy realms within their orb?"
"I don't need help," Ron whispered. "It’s obvious what this means. There’s going to be loads of fog tonight."

Hagrid howled still more loudly. Harry and Hemione looked at Ron to help them.
"Er - shall I make a cup of tea? It's what my mum does whenever someone's upset."

Harry stunned the Death Eater as they passed. Malfoy looked around, beaming, for his savior, and Ron punched him from under the cloak. Malfoy fell backward on top of the Death Eater, his mouth bleeding, utterly bemused.
"And that's the second time we've saved your life tonight, you two-faced bastard!" Ron yelled.

"Because I want to fix that in my memory for ever," said Ron, his eyes closed and an uplifted expression on his face. "Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret."

"All the same, we should get to bed," whispered Hermione. "It wouldn't do to oversleep tomorrow."
"No," agreed Ron. "A brutal triple murder by the bridegroom's mother might put a bit of a damper on the wedding."

Nightmare, Muriel ist. She used to come for Christmas every year, then, thank God, she took offence because Fred and George set off a Dungbomb under her chair at dinner.

This isn't your average book, it's pure gold: Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches. Explains everything you need to know about girls. if only I'd had this last year I'd have known exactly how to get rid of Lavender and I would've known how to get going with... Well Fred and George gave me a copy, and I've learned a lot. You'd be surprised, it's not all about wandwork, either.

"Wild!" Ron said, twiddling the replay knob on the side. "I can make that old bloke down there pick his nose again... and again... and again..."

"Don't play," said Hermione at once.
"Say you're ill," said Ron.
"Pretend to break your leg," Hermione suggested.
"Really break your leg," said Ron.

Myrtle: "We had lots in common... I'm sure he felt it..."
Ron: "When you say you had lots in common, d'you mean he lives in an S-bend too?"

From now on, I don't care if my tea leaves spell "Die, Ron, Die," I'm chucking them in the bin where they belong.

"Yeah, we'll call you," muttered Ron as the knight disappeared, "If we ever need someone mental."

Hermione: "Everyone knows. Well, everyone who has read 'Hogwarts: A History'."
Ron: "Just you, then."

"Er - is this the new stand on elf rights?" said Ron. "You're going to make yourself puke instead?"
"No," said Hermione, with as much dignity as she could muster with her mouth bulging with sprouts.