Character: Ron Weasley. Page 4

- If you think I'm going to let six people risk their lives...
- ... Yes, and for the first time, ' said Ron.
It is one thing to portray me...
I think we really fancy it, Harry? - in a serious tone inquired Fred. - Imagine something sicologic and we'll always be skinny bespectacled.

- It seems last night I dreamt that I was playing Quidditch.
So what does that look mean?
- Maybe something you will eat some giant candy...

Sorting hat urged us all to be brave and strong in this difficult time. Easy for her to say Yes? She's a hat!

- I'll put Goyle do lines, it'll kill him, he hates writing, he said happily. He lowered his voice to a hoarse grunting Goyle, wrinkled face portraying the painful focus, and began to withdraw the hand in the air: - I... can't... must... look... like... a... baboon ass.

I think she still be mad at me?
Well, often talk about this ball of light touching your heart and she will calm down.

What he is still cute, and I wanted to cut off his head and tack it to the wall.

- My God, what am I to do! My wife's all alone downstairs!
- Ron, you have no wife.
- A. Sure.

- In my office it's still raining. For two days now!
- So buy an umbrella!

- He probably knew that I will abandon you.
"No," corrected Harry, he knew you would return.

Throw Hermione?! Yes we are without it for two days will not last!.. Just don't tell her I said so.

- You're amazing!
And always the tone of surprise.

- We have Lavender all serious. Chemistry.
- For how long?
Who knows. It's a free country.

- Tell me why, when something happens, you three are always near?
- Believe me, Professor, I ask myself the same question for six years.

- Damn it, Harry, you kill dragons! If you can't get girls...
- You know, killing dragons easier.