Movie Quotes

Dumbledore: Silence!

Sorting Hat: Another Weasley hey? I know just what to do with you… GRYFFINDOR!

Hermione: You’ve got dirt on your nose. Did you know? Just there.

[after catching Harry scribbling on his paper]
Professor Severus Snape: Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?
[Harry doesn't answer]
Professor Severus Snape: You don’t know? Well, let’s try again… Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?
Harry: I don’t know, sir.
Professor Severus Snape: And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?
Harry: I don’t know, sir.
Professor Severus Snape: Pity… clearly, fame isn’t everything, is it, Mr. Potter?

Hermione: It seems strange to be going home, doesn’t it?
Harry: [looking at Hagrid] I’m not going home… not really.

Hermione: [putting a large book on the table] I checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading.
Ron: This is light?

Ron: [mimicking Hermione] “It’s Levi-OOOOH-sa not LevioSAH.” She’s a nightmare, honestly. It’s no wonder she hasn’t got any friends!
[Hermione comes up from behind them and rushes past, in tears]
Harry: I think she heard you.

Ron: [as the students sit in the Great Hall studying, Neville comes hopping in, his legs apparently stuck completely together] Leg-Locker Curse?
Harry: Malfoy.
Ron: You have *got* to start standing up to people, Neville.
Neville Longbottom: [wobbling uncontrollably] How? I can barely stand at all!
Seamus Finnigan: [Jumping up, wand at the ready] I’ll do the counter-curse!
Neville Longbottom: No, that’s all I need… you to set my bloody kneecaps on fire!
Seamus Finnigan: [Slamming his wand down] I don’t appreciate the insinuation, Longbottom. Besides, if anyone cares to notice, my eyebrows have grown completely back!
[Stalks off angrily, but not before showing that a large chunk of hair is missing from the back of his head]
Harry: I found him!
[hands Ron a Chocolate Frog card of Dumbledore]
Ron: ‘Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the Dark Wizard Grindelwald in 1945-’
Harry: Go on.
Ron: ‘-for his discovery of the 12 uses of Dragon’s Blood, and for his work on alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamel!’
Harry: I knew the name sounded familiar, I read it on the train that day.
Hermione: [Beaming excitedly] Follow me!
[the Trio tears out of the Great Hall, leaving poor Neville still flailing around]
Neville Longbottom: Hey, wait, where are you going? What about the counter-curse?
[Before he can say another word he topples over backwards, sparking a fresh round of laughter from the other students]

Seamus Finnigan: [in Charms class] Wingard Leviosa. Wingar…
[BOOM]
Harry: I think we’re going to need another feather over here, professor.

Nearly Headless Nick: Hello! How are you? Welcome to Gryffindor!

Harry: Say, Percy, who’s that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?
Percy Weasley: That’s Professor Snape, head of Slytherin House.
Harry: What does he teach?
Percy Weasley: Potions. But everyone knows it’s the Dark Arts he fancies. He’s been after Quirrell’s job for *years*.

[Hagrid tells Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco to split into pairs and search the Dark Forest]
Draco Malfoy: Okay. Then I get Fang!
Hagrid: Fine. Just so you know, he’s a bloody coward.

Professor McGonagall: Are the rumors true, Albus?
Dumbledore: I’m afraid so, Professor. The good… and the bad.

[showing Harry the Golden Snitch]
Harry: I like this ball.
Oliver Wood: Ah, you like it now. Just wait. It’s wicked fast, and damn near impossible to see.
Harry: What do I do with it?
Oliver Wood: You catch it. Before the other team’s seeker. Catch this, and the game’s over. You catch this, Potter, and we win.

[Hagrid has just very aggressively knocked down the door where the Dursleys are staying]
Hagrid: [Calmly] Sorry ’bout that
[Picks door up and slams it back in place]

Dudley Dursley: [on Dudley's birthday] How many are there?
Uncle Vernon: 36, counted them myself.
Dudley Dursley: 36! But last year… last year I had 37!
Uncle Vernon: Yes, yes, but some of them are quite bigger than last year’s.
Dudley Dursley: I don’t care how big they are!

[stepping over Neville lying on the floor, whom Hermione has petrified using the "Petrificus Totalus Curse"]
Harry: Sorry.
Hermione: Sorry.
Ron: It’s for your own good, you know.

[Hagrid's sad about Norbert being taken away]
Caretaker Argus Filch: For God’s sake, pull yourself together man. You’re going into the Forest after all. Got to have your wits about ya…
Draco Malfoy: The Forest? I thought that was a joke. We can’t go in there. Students aren’t allowed. And there are…
[a howling noise is heard]
Draco Malfoy: …werewolves.
Caretaker Argus Filch: Oh, there’s more than werewolves in those trees, you can be sure of that. Nighty night.

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 more careful. People with think you’re…
[sees Harry staring at him]
Professor Severus Snape: Up… to something.

Professor McGonagall: [on Harry and Ron 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.

Dumbledore: Harry, do you know why it is that Professor Quirrell could not bear to have you touch him?
[Harry shakes his head]
Dumbledore: It was because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you, and that kind of act leaves a mark.
[Harry reaches up to touch his scar]
Dumbledore: No no, this kind of mark cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin.
Harry: And what is that?
Dumbledore: Love, Harry. Love.

Ron: Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow!

Hagrid: You all right there, Harry? You seem very quiet.
Harry: He killed my parents, didn’t he?
[puts a hand to his scar]
Harry: The one who gave me this?
[Hagrid is silent]
Harry: You know, Hagrid. I know you do.
[Hagrid sighs and pushes his bowl aside]
Hagrid: First - and understand this, Harry, ’cause it’s very important - not all wizards are good. Some of them go bad. A few years ago there was one wizard that went as bad as you can go, and his name was V-
[sighs]
Hagrid: his name was V…
Harry: Maybe if you wrote it down…
Hagrid: Nah, I can’t spell it. Alright
[whispers]
Hagrid: ‘Voldemort’
Harry: [loudly] Voldemort?
Hagrid: Shhh! It was dark times, Harry, dark times. Voldemort started to gather some followers, brought ‘em over to the dark side. Anyone who stood up to him ended up dead. Your parents fought against him, but nobody lived once he decided to kill them. Nobody… not one… ‘cept you.
Harry: Me? Voldemort tried to kill… ME?
Hagrid: Yes. That ain’t no ordinary cut on your forehead. A mark like that only comes from being touched by a curse, and an evil curse at that.
Harry: What happened to Vol- to You-Know-Who?
Hagrid: Well, some say he died. Codswallop in my opinion. Nope, I reckon he’s still out there, too tired to carry on. But one thing’s certain, something about you stumped him that night. That’s why you’re famous, Harry, that’s why everybody knows your name. You’re the boy who lived.

Ron: Mental that one, I’m telling you.

[looking at a recently-hatched dragon]
Hagrid: Isn’t he beautiful? Oh, bless him! Look! He knows his mummy! Hallo, Norbert!
Harry: Norbert?
Hagrid: Yeah, well, he’s gotta have a name, don’t he?

Ron: [Harry and Ron arrive late to Transfiguration, relieved that Professor McGonagall isn't there yet] Whew, made it. Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall’s face if we were late?
[the cat sitting at the head of the class suddenly transforms into her]
Ron: That was bloody brilliant!
Professor McGonagall: Well, thank you for that assessment, Mr Weasley. Perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr Potter and yourself into a pocket watch? That way, one of you might be on time.
Harry: We got lost.
Professor McGonagall: Then perhaps a map? I trust you don’t need one to find your seats.

Dumbledore: Only a person who wanted to find the Stone - find it, but not use it - would be able to get it. That is one of my more brilliant ideas. And between you and me, that is saying something.

Ron: Happy Christmas, Harry.

Ron: I think we’ve been a bad influence on her.

Professor Severus Snape: There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don’t expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few…
[stares at Draco Malfoy]
Professor Severus Snape: Who possess, the predisposition… I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death.
[notices Harry scribbling on his paper]
Professor Severus Snape: Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to NOT-PAY-ATTENTION.
[steps over to Harry]
Professor Severus Snape: Mister Potter. Our new… celebrity.

Harry: I can’t be a wizard. I’m just Harry, just Harry.

Dudley Dursley: Daddy’s gone mad hasn’t he?

Caretaker Argus Filch: A pity they let the old punishment die… Was a time detention found you hanging by your thumbs in the dungeons… God, I miss the screaming.

Seamus Finnigan: I’m half and half. Me dad’s a muggle; Mam’s a witch. Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out.

Hagrid: Blimey, I’d love a dragon.
Harry: You’d like a dragon?
Hagrid: Vastly misunderstood beasts, Harry. Vastly misunderstood.

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 will save you from most poisons. As for Monkshood and Wolfsbane, they are the same plant which also goes by the name of Aconite. Well, why aren’t you all copying this down?

Hermione: Look at you playing with your cards. Pathetic! We’ve got final exams coming up soon.
Ron: I’m ready! Ask me any questions.
Hermione: All right, what’s the three most crucial ingredients in a Forgetfulness Potion?
Ron: I forgot.
Hermione: And what may I ask do you plan to do if this comes up in the final exam?
Ron: Copy off you?
Hermione: No, you won’t! Besides, according to Professor McGonagall, we’re to be given special quills bewitched with an anti-cheating spell.
Ron: That’s insulting! It’s as if they don’t trust us!

Percy Weasley: And keep an eye on the staircases. They like to change.

Hermione: Neville, I’m really, really sorry about this.
[raises her wand]
Hermione: Petrificus Totalus!
[Neville's arms snap to his sides, and he drops to the floor, frozen stiff as a board]
Ron: You’re a little scary sometimes, you know that? Brilliant… but scary.

[about Every Flavor Beans]
Dumbledore: I was unfortunate enough in my youth to come across a vomit-flavored one, and since then I’m afraid I’ve rather lost my liking for them. But, I think I could be safe with a nice toffee.
[eats it]
Dumbledore: …Ah, alas, earwax.

Draco Malfoy: Think my name’s funny, do you? No need to ask you yours. Red hair… and a hand-me-down robe… you must be a Weasley.

Hermione: Ron, you don’t suppose this is going to be like… *real* wizard’s chess, do you?
Ron: [looks around] You there, D5!
[one of the giant black pawns crosses the board, the white pawn smashes it with a violent blow]
Ron: [swallows] Yes, Hermione, I think this is gonna be *exactly* like wizard’s chess.

Draco Malfoy: [picks up Neville's Rememberall] Did you see his face? Maybe if that fat lump had given this a squeeze, he’d have remembered to fall on his fat arse.

Hagrid: You’re a wizard, Harry!
Harry: I’m a what?

[in the Devil's Snare]
Hermione: Stop moving, both of you. This is devil’s snare! You have to relax. If you don’t, it’ll only kill you faster!
Ron: Kill us faster? Oh, now I can relax!

Hermione: Now if you two don’t mind, I’m going to bed before either of you can come up with another clever idea to get us all killed - or worse, expelled.
Ron: She needs to sort out her priorities!

Mr. Ollivander: Curious… very curious…
Harry: Excuse me, sir, but what’s curious?
Mr. Ollivander: I remember every wand I’ve ever sold, Mr. Potter. It just so happens that the phoenix whose tailfeather resides in your wand gave another… just one other. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand… when its brother gave you that scar.
Harry: [puts a hand to his forehead] And who owned that wand?
Mr. Ollivander: We do not speak his name! The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. It’s not always clear why. But I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things. Terrible! Yes. But great.

Dumbledore: It does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry, and forget to live.

Hagrid: You’re the boy who lived.

Lord Voldemort: Harry Potter. We meet again.
Harry: Voldemort?
Lord Voldemort: Yes. You see what I’ve become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another, a mere parasite! Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own. But there is something again; something that, conveniently enough, lies in your pocket!

Draco Malfoy: Wait till my father hears about this! This is servant’s stuff!
Harry: If I didn’t know any better, Draco, I’d say you were scared.
Draco Malfoy: I’m not scared, Potter!
[howling noise]
Draco Malfoy: Did you hear that?
Harry: [calls the dog] Come on, Fang!

Hermione: Are you sure that’s a real spell? Well, it’s not very good, is it?

[Harry trying to get Neville's Rememberall]
Harry: Give it here, Malfoy or I’ll knock you off your broom!
Draco Malfoy: Is that so?
Harry: [Harry makes a grab for Malfoy but Malfoy moves]
Draco Malfoy: Have it your way then.
[Malfoy throws the Rememberall]

Professor McGonagall: [as a cat] Mraow!
Dumbledore: I should have known that you would be here, Professor McGonagall.
[Professor McGonagall transfigures into her human self]

Hagrid: If that dolt of a cousin of yours, Dudley, gets up to any mischief, you could always threaten him with a nice pair of ears, to go with that tail.
Harry: But, Hagrid, we’re not allowed to do magic outside Hogwarts. You know that.
Hagrid: I know that, but your cousin don’t, do he?

Ron: [looking for information about Nicholas Flamell] We’ve looked a hundred times.
Hermione: [leaning closer] Not in the restricted section. Happy Christmas.

George Weasley: [while sitting at the Gryffindor table, eating Christmas dinner] How do you like yours, Ron?
[Ron, however, keep glancing over at Harry, who is sitting far away from everyone else, staring into the fire, remembering the image of his parents from the Mirror of Erised]
George Weasley: Ron?
Ron: I’ll be right back.
[puts his utensils down and goes to Harry]
Ron: Wanna play chess?
Harry: No.
Ron: Wanna go and visit Hagrid?
Harry: No.
Ron: I know what you’re thinking Harry, but don’t. There’s something not right about that mirror.
[Harry merely nods in acknowledgement as Ron rejoins the other Gryffindors]

[in King's Cross]
Hagrid: What are you lookin’ at?

Mr. Ollivander: The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. It’s not always clear why.

Draco Malfoy: You’ll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don’t want to 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 choose the wrong sort for myself, thanks.

[after seeing Ron's queen destroy Harry's knight]
Hermione: That’s totally barbaric!
Ron: That’s wizard’s chess.

Hermione: Honestly, don’t you two read?

Seamus Finnigan: Eye of rabbit, heartstring hum, turn this water into rum.
[he checks the goblet, then tries again]
Harry: What’s Seamus trying to do to that glass of water?
Ron: Turn it into rum. He actually managed a weak tea yesterday! Before…
[explosion]

Dudley Dursley: [on Dudley's birthday] How many are there?
Uncle Vernon: 36, counted them myself.
Dudley Dursley: 36! But last year… last year I had 37!
Uncle Vernon: Yes, yes, but some of them are quite bigger than last year’s.
Dudley Dursley: I don’t care how big they are!

Sorting Hat: Hmm, difficult. VERY difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There’s talent, oh yes. And a thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you?
Harry: Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin.
Sorting Hat: Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure? You could be great, you know. It’s all here in your head. And Slytherin can help you on your way to greatness, there’s no doubt about that. No?
Harry: Anything but Slytherin, anything but Slytherin.
Sorting Hat: Well if you’re sure, better be… GRYFFINDOR!

Ron: I look good!

Harry: Excuse me sir, can you tell me where I might find Platform Nine and Three-Quarters?
Station Guard: Nine and Three-Quarters? Think you’re being funny do ya?
[muttering to himself]
Station Guard: Nine and Three-Quarters!

Professor McGonagall: Nothing, I repeat, nothing… gives a student the right to walk about the school at night. Therefore, as punishment for your actions, 50 points will be taken.
Harry: 50?
[Ron and Hermione also looking shocked, Draco smirking]
Professor McGonagall: Each.
[Harry's mouth drops open]
Professor McGonagall: And to ensure it doesn’t happen again… all four of you will receive detention.
Draco Malfoy: [smirk suddenly fades and steps up] Excuse me, professor, perhaps I heard you wrong. I thought you said the four of us.
Professor McGonagall: No, you heard me correctly, Mr. Malfoy. You see, honorable as your intentions were, you too were out of bed after hours… You will join your classmates in detention.

Fred Weasley: Well done, Harry. Wood just told us.
Ron: Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters.
George Weasley: Our job is to make sure you don’t get bloodied up too bad. Can’t make any promises, though. Rough game, Quidditch.
Fred Weasley: Brutal, but no one died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally, but they always turn up in a month or two!

[after being in the Dark Forest]
Harry: I think if he had the chance, he would have killed me tonight.
Ron: And to think, I’ve been worrying about my potions final.

Uncle Vernon: He will not be going, I tell you! We swore when we took him in we’d put a stop to all this rubbish!
Harry: You knew? You knew all along and you never told me?
Aunt Petunia: Of course we knew. How could you not be? My perfect sister being who she was. My mother and father were so proud the day she got her letter. “We have a witch in the family. Isn’t it wonderful?” I was the only one to see her for what she was… a freak! And then she met that Potter. And then she had you, and I knew you’d be the same. Just as strange, just as… abnormal. And then if you please, she went and got herself blown up, and we got landed with you.
Harry: Blown up? You told me my parents died in a car crash!
Hagrid: A car crash? A car crash kill Lily and James Potter?
Aunt Petunia: We had to say something.
Hagrid: It’s an outrage! It’s a scandal!
Uncle Vernon: He will not be going!
Hagrid: Oh, and I suppose a great muggle like yourself is gonna stop him, are ya?

[Harry enters the hidden chamber where the Sorcerer's Stone is being kept, expecting to see Snape - but instead he sees Quirrel]
Harry: You!
Professor Quirrel: I wondered whether I’d be meeting you here, Potter.
Harry: But I thought… Snape…
Professor Quirrel: Yes, he does seem the type, doesn’t he? Why, next to him, who would suspect p-p-poor, st-st-stuttering Professor Quirrell?

Oliver Wood: Nasty little buggers.

Ron: Immortal?
Hermione: It means you’ll never die.
Ron: [angry] I know what it means!

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!

[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's horse moves to its new square. 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.

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 shows him the scar on his forehead]
Ron: Wicked!