Character: Fred Weasley

“And you will amaze us all with the skills of a wizard that no one ever expected from you,” Fred said, yawning.

“It’s better to go for it,” Fred said firmly.

“George wants to invite him to the ball,” Fred noted with his characteristic humor.

- A prize trip to Egypt. What's going on in Egypt?
- Excellent, lots of antiquities, mummies, tombs... Even the Scab liked it.
- Again showing off the photo in the newspaper?
- I never showed!
- Not a soul, not counting Tom. Both day and night. And to the chef. And the guy in the toilet. And the magician from the store.

- You know, George, I always thought that our future will not be associated with the world of academic achievement.
Fred, I feel the same way.

- Come on, Ginny, we will cover you owls, - comforted her one of the twins.
We'll send you a toilet from the school toilet - promised second.

- A genius like Dumbledore, you cannot cheat by using a stupid trick like potions aging.
That's its charm.
- Just because it's stupid.

- Malfoy has just fined us all points fifty - fiercely said Harry, watching in griffindore of hours POPs up another handful of stones.
Yeah, Montagu and at recess were trying to do to us the same, ' said George.
- What do you mean "tried"? - immediately asked Ron.
And he finished, explained Fred. - The fact that we stuck him headfirst into the vanishing Cabinet on the first floor.

Jordan handed Harry the egg, surrounded by a thin groove, Harry opened the nails: the egg was hollow and completely empty. The room immediately cut through the eerie, high-pitched whine. Harry remembered - and played the musical saw orchestra the ghosts on the anniversary of Nearly headless nick.
- Shut it! - stopped my ears Fred. Harry slammed.
- What is it? - looked at the egg Seamus Finnigan. - Like a witch-Banshee. Maybe you one of them have to fight?
Like someone being tortured! - stammered Neville turned pale, threw on the floor sausage. - Probably, to you will apply the curse Cruciatus!
Nonsense, Neville. It's illegal, said George They would not dare to use Cruciatus on the Champions. This sound, I swear, exactly like Percy singing! Harry, not with him if you have to fight? Imagine, what a scene! Percy sings in the shower, and Harry suffers his roulades!

- Mad-Eye Moody? - said George, spreading his toast with jam. - Isn't that crazy...
- Your dad has a very high opinion of mad-Eye Moody, severely interrupted Mrs. Weasley.
- Yeah, and dad kollekcionirovat plugs - a low voice, muttered Fred, when Mrs. Weasley left the room. - Birds of a feather...

- Barti will help, he knows a hundred languages.
Mr. Crouch? One hundred and fifty? Mask starchy discontent instantly flew off with Percy. - He says more than two hundred! On the mermaid, on the Goblin, the language of the trolls... Percy was shaking with anger.
- No one will come to speak the language of the trolls - instructive said Fred. - They can only point a finger but to grunt.

- This year you need to behave. If I ever get an owl with news that you did something wrong - blew up a toilet or...
- Blew up a toilet? I was amazed one. - We never blew up the toilets.
- And maybe try? - hemmed second. Great idea, thanks, mom.

- Why are you not wearing your sweater, Ron? - protested George, come on, Come on, they're not only beautiful, so still and very warm.
I hate Burgundy color, ' groaned Ron, putting on a sweater.
- And on your any letters - chuckled George, looking at his younger brother. - I suppose she thinks you won't forget your name. And we, too, are not fools - we know that we are called dred and forge.

Somebody will again throw back the dragon of shit! - cheered Ron.
- It was a sample of fertilizer from Norway. Percy blushed. - This was nothing personal.
- Was, - Fred whispered to Harry as they got up from the table. Is George and sent him...