Professor Lupin: What would wewe say is the thing that frightens wewe most in the world?
Professor Lupin: Didn’t catch that, Neville, sorry.
Neville: Professor Snape
Harry: I knew I could do it this time, because I'd already done it. Does that make sense?
Harry: Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs offer their compliments to professor Snape...
Snape: Go on.
Harry: And request that he keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.
Ron: Let me get this straight, Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban to come after you?
Harry: Yeah.
Hermione: But they'll catch Black, won't they? I mean everyone's looking for him.
Ron: Sure. Except no one's ever broken out of Azkaban before and he's a murderous raving lunatic.
Harry: Thanks, Ron.
Sirius: Sorry about the bite. I reckon that twinges a bit.
Ron: A bit? A bit? wewe almost tore my leg off!
Geroge: Not flashing that clipping about again, are wewe Ron?
Ron: I haven't shown anyone.
Fred: No, not a soul. Not unless wewe count Tom.
George: The siku maid.
Fred: The night maid.
George: The cook.
Fred: That bloke who couldn't fix the toilet.
George: And that wizard from Belgium.
Sirius: Brilliant, Snape. Once again you've put your keen and penetrating mind to the task and as usual come to the wrong conclusion.
Hermione: Is that really what my hair looks like from the back?
Ron: I'm warning wewe Hermione! Keep that bloody beast of yours away from Scabbers au I'll turn it into a chai cozy!
Hermione: It's a cat, Ronald! What do wewe expect? It's in his nature.
Ron: A cat? Is that what they told you? It looks zaidi like a pig with hair if wewe ask me.
Hermione: That's rich, coming from the owner of that smelly old shoe brush. It's alright, Crookshanks. Just ignore the mean little boy.
Ron: Spiders... the spiders... they want me to tap-dance. And I don't want to tap-dance!
Harry: wewe tell those spiders, Ron.
Ron: Yeah, tell them... I'll tell them...
Cornelius Fudge: We must tafuta the grounds!
Dumbledore: tafuta the *skies* if wewe must, Minister, but now I think I'll have a nice cup of tea, au a large brandy. Oh, and executioner, your services are no longer required. Thank you.
Professor Snape: Well, well, Lupin. Out for a little walk... in the moonlight, are we?
Hermione: It's meant to be the most haunted building in Britain. Did I mention that?
Ron: Twice.
Hermione: Oh. Do wewe want to songesha a bit closer?
Ron: Huh?
Hermione: To the Shrieking Shack.
Ron: Oh, no. I'm fine here.
Harry: What's the holdup?
Ron: Probably Neville's forgotten the nenosiri again.
Neville Longbottom: [behind them] Hey!
Ron: Oh... You're there...
Malfoy: This class is ridiculous.
Dumbledore: Mysterious thing, time. Powerful, and when meddled with, dangerous. Sirius Black is in the topmost cell of the dark tower. wewe know the laws, Miss Granger. wewe must not be seen, and wewe would do well, I feel, to return before this last chime. If not, the consequences are too ghastly to discuss. If wewe succeed tonight, zaidi than one innocent life may be spared. Three turns, should do it, I think.
Dumbledore: Oh, kwa the way. When in doubt, I find retracing my steps to be a wise place to begin. Good luck.
Ron: What the bloody hell was that all about?
Malfoy: Ah, come to see the show?
Hermione: You! wewe foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!
Ron: Hermione, no! He's not worth it.
Vincent Crabbe: Malfoy! Are wewe okay? Come on, let's go!
Malfoy: Quick! Not a word to anyone! Understood?
Hermione: That felt good.
Ron: Not good, brilliant!
Ron: Looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?
Fred Weasley: Peaky? What'd wewe expect him to look like? He fell fifty feet.
George Weasley: Yeah, c'mon, Ron. We'll walk wewe off the Astronomy Tower and see how wewe come out looking.
Harry: Probably a right sight better than he normally does.
Harry: Now what?
Hermione: We save Sirius.
Harry: How?
Hermione: No idea.
Hermione: Broaden your minds! Use your inner eye to see the future!
Harry: But you're innocent!
Sirius Black: And wewe know it. And for now, that'll do.
Ron: Neville, you're supposed to stroke it!
Cornelius Fudge: Come now Harry, the Ministry doesn't send people to Azkaban for blowing up their aunts.
Ron: Who do wewe think that is?
Hermione: Professor R. J. Lupin.
Ron: Do wewe know everything?
Ron: How is it she knows everything?
Hermione: It's on his suitcase, Ronald.
Ron: Oh.
Ron: Who do wewe think that is?
Hermione: Professor R. J. Lupin.
Ron: Do wewe know everything?
Ron: How is it she knows everything?
Hermione: It's on his suitcase, Ronald.
Ron: Oh.
Ron: She's gone mental, Hermione has. I mean, not that she wasn't always mental, but now it's out in the open for everyone to see!
Professor Lupin: Didn’t catch that, Neville, sorry.
Neville: Professor Snape
Harry: I knew I could do it this time, because I'd already done it. Does that make sense?
Harry: Messers Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs offer their compliments to professor Snape...
Snape: Go on.
Harry: And request that he keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.
Ron: Let me get this straight, Sirius Black has escaped from Azkaban to come after you?
Harry: Yeah.
Hermione: But they'll catch Black, won't they? I mean everyone's looking for him.
Ron: Sure. Except no one's ever broken out of Azkaban before and he's a murderous raving lunatic.
Harry: Thanks, Ron.
Sirius: Sorry about the bite. I reckon that twinges a bit.
Ron: A bit? A bit? wewe almost tore my leg off!
Geroge: Not flashing that clipping about again, are wewe Ron?
Ron: I haven't shown anyone.
Fred: No, not a soul. Not unless wewe count Tom.
George: The siku maid.
Fred: The night maid.
George: The cook.
Fred: That bloke who couldn't fix the toilet.
George: And that wizard from Belgium.
Sirius: Brilliant, Snape. Once again you've put your keen and penetrating mind to the task and as usual come to the wrong conclusion.
Hermione: Is that really what my hair looks like from the back?
Ron: I'm warning wewe Hermione! Keep that bloody beast of yours away from Scabbers au I'll turn it into a chai cozy!
Hermione: It's a cat, Ronald! What do wewe expect? It's in his nature.
Ron: A cat? Is that what they told you? It looks zaidi like a pig with hair if wewe ask me.
Hermione: That's rich, coming from the owner of that smelly old shoe brush. It's alright, Crookshanks. Just ignore the mean little boy.
Ron: Spiders... the spiders... they want me to tap-dance. And I don't want to tap-dance!
Harry: wewe tell those spiders, Ron.
Ron: Yeah, tell them... I'll tell them...
Cornelius Fudge: We must tafuta the grounds!
Dumbledore: tafuta the *skies* if wewe must, Minister, but now I think I'll have a nice cup of tea, au a large brandy. Oh, and executioner, your services are no longer required. Thank you.
Professor Snape: Well, well, Lupin. Out for a little walk... in the moonlight, are we?
Hermione: It's meant to be the most haunted building in Britain. Did I mention that?
Ron: Twice.
Hermione: Oh. Do wewe want to songesha a bit closer?
Ron: Huh?
Hermione: To the Shrieking Shack.
Ron: Oh, no. I'm fine here.
Harry: What's the holdup?
Ron: Probably Neville's forgotten the nenosiri again.
Neville Longbottom: [behind them] Hey!
Ron: Oh... You're there...
Malfoy: This class is ridiculous.
Dumbledore: Mysterious thing, time. Powerful, and when meddled with, dangerous. Sirius Black is in the topmost cell of the dark tower. wewe know the laws, Miss Granger. wewe must not be seen, and wewe would do well, I feel, to return before this last chime. If not, the consequences are too ghastly to discuss. If wewe succeed tonight, zaidi than one innocent life may be spared. Three turns, should do it, I think.
Dumbledore: Oh, kwa the way. When in doubt, I find retracing my steps to be a wise place to begin. Good luck.
Ron: What the bloody hell was that all about?
Malfoy: Ah, come to see the show?
Hermione: You! wewe foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!
Ron: Hermione, no! He's not worth it.
Vincent Crabbe: Malfoy! Are wewe okay? Come on, let's go!
Malfoy: Quick! Not a word to anyone! Understood?
Hermione: That felt good.
Ron: Not good, brilliant!
Ron: Looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?
Fred Weasley: Peaky? What'd wewe expect him to look like? He fell fifty feet.
George Weasley: Yeah, c'mon, Ron. We'll walk wewe off the Astronomy Tower and see how wewe come out looking.
Harry: Probably a right sight better than he normally does.
Harry: Now what?
Hermione: We save Sirius.
Harry: How?
Hermione: No idea.
Hermione: Broaden your minds! Use your inner eye to see the future!
Harry: But you're innocent!
Sirius Black: And wewe know it. And for now, that'll do.
Ron: Neville, you're supposed to stroke it!
Cornelius Fudge: Come now Harry, the Ministry doesn't send people to Azkaban for blowing up their aunts.
Ron: Who do wewe think that is?
Hermione: Professor R. J. Lupin.
Ron: Do wewe know everything?
Ron: How is it she knows everything?
Hermione: It's on his suitcase, Ronald.
Ron: Oh.
Ron: Who do wewe think that is?
Hermione: Professor R. J. Lupin.
Ron: Do wewe know everything?
Ron: How is it she knows everything?
Hermione: It's on his suitcase, Ronald.
Ron: Oh.
Ron: She's gone mental, Hermione has. I mean, not that she wasn't always mental, but now it's out in the open for everyone to see!
