Character: Ron Weasley. Page 2

- The fifth-year students in each faculty at the two elders, - said, sitting down, Hermione. She was terribly unhappy. - A boy and a girl.
- Guess who's a Slytherin prefect said Ron, opening his eyes.
- Okay, - replied Harry, no doubt, that justified his worst fears.
- Of course, bitterly confirmed Ron, pushing in his mouth the rest of the frog and taking another.
And this terrible cow Pansy Parkinson, - said sarcastically Hermione. - Which of her chief, if she's fat and slow as the Troll, who gave the head...

- What if I wave my wand and nothing happens? - asked Harry.
- Then toss the stick aside and give him a punch in the nose - advised Ron.

Yes, she's crazy. I'm telling you.

- You've read his books. Remember all those amazing feats that he did.
Is he just writes that he made - said Ron.

- Stick!.. Stick broke!
- Say thank you, not the neck.

- I'm telling you, she scares me. She knows more about you than you yourself.
- Like all.

- Don't move! - ordered Hermione. I know what it is. This "devil's snare"!
- I'm awfully glad it is so called! growled Ron.

- I look like an idiot!
- However, as always.

- Do you ever stop eating?
- What? I'm hungry.

What is this?
- Professor Lupin.
- All that you know. How come she knows?
On the things written.

- You first!
- Guys... What use is that?
- You do not mind!

- We will be with you, Harry. In the house of your aunt, ' said Ron. And then where would you go.

- Although we are ahead of the tests, we have something that no one Volan de mort.
- Yes?
- What's worth fighting for!