Faze demne de citat din HP !

[Ginny Malfoy]

mersi de completare si a 2a, in original era asa:
"You're a prefect? Oh Ronnie! That's everyone in the family!" [Molly Weasley]
"What are Fred and I? Next door neighbours?"
RO:
- Nu pot sa cred! Nu pot sa cred! Vai, Ron, minunat! Perfect! La fel ca toti din familie!
- Si eu si Fred ce suntem, vecinii? spuse George indignat, in timp ce mama sa il impinse la o parte si isi arunca bratele in jurul mezinului.

foarte tare btw

***
Ar fi trebuit sa exerseze opusul Vrajii de Chemare, si anume Vraja de Alungare. Din cauza posibilelor accidente nedorite, cand obiectele incepusera sa zboare prin camera, profesorul Flitwick le daduse elevilor cate un teanc de perne pe care sa exerseze vraja, plecand de la teoria ca acestea nu ar fi putut rani pe nimeni, in cazul in care ar fi scapat de sub control. Era o teorie buna, insa nu functiona. Neville tintea atat de prost, incat facea ca lucruri mult mai grele sa zboare prin camera... Ca profesorul Flitwick, de exemplu...
- Uita de ou cateva minute, da, Hermione? suiera Harry, in timp ce profesorul Flitwick zbura resemnat pe langa ei, aterizand pe un dulap mare.
***
- Credeam ca am rezolvat asta, spuse Luna pe un ton care te facea sa innebunesti. Zburam!
- Fii atenta, zise Ron de abia reusind sa-si controleze mania, poate ca tu stii sa zbori fara matura, dar noua, celorlalti, nu pot sa ne creasca aripi cand avem nevoie...
- Exista si alte metode de zbor, in afara de maturi, spuse Luna senina.
- Presupun ca o sa mergem calare pe Snorco-porc?
***
- Ei, spuse Lupin incet, Snape era un caz special. Nu rata niciodata ocazia de a'l blestema pe James, asa ca nu puteai sa te astepti ca James sa se lase calcat in picioare, nu'i asa?
- Si mama era de acord cu asta?
- Sincer sa fiu, nu prea stiu, zise Sirius. Cum sa'ti spun, James nu il lua si pe Snape cu ei la intalniri, ca sa arunce blesteme asupra lui de fata cu ea, nu?
***
"What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong?"
"Oh no, Ron," came Fred's voice, very sarcastically. "No, this is exactly where we wanted to end up."
"Yeah, we're having the time of our lives here," said George, whose voice sounded muffled, as though he was squashed against the wall.
***
Ron: "How much is this?"
Fred and George: "Five galleons."
Ron: "How much is it for me?"
Fred and George: "Five galleons."
Ron: "But I'm your brother!"
Fred and George: "Ten galleons."
(Diagon Alley - weasley wizarding-wheezes)
***

Why Are You Worrying About You-Know-Who?
You SHOULD Be Worrying About
U-NO-POO-
the Conspiration Sensation That's Gripping the Natio!

Memorabile:
- Potter, ai uitat deja ca studiem vraji non-verbale? intreba Snape.
- Nu, spuse Harry cu raceala.
- Nu, domnule.
- Nu este cazul sa-mi spuneti "domnule", domnule profesor.
***
"George," said Fred, "I think we've outgrown a full-time education."
"Yeah, I've been feeling that way myself," said George lightly.
"Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?" asked Fred.
"Definitely," said George.
And before Umbridge could say a word, they raised their wands and said together, "Accio Brooms!"
Harry heard a loud crash somewhere in the distance. Looking to his left he ducked just in time -- Fred and George's broomsticks, one still trailing the heavy chain and iron peg with which Umbridge had fastened them to the wall, were hurtling along the corridor toward their owners. They turned left, streaked down the stairs, and stopped sharply in front of the twins, the chain clattering loudly on the flagged stone floor.
"We won't be seeing you," Fred told Professor Umbridge, swinging his leg over his broomstick.
"Yeah, don't bother to keep in touch," said George, mounting his own.
Fred looked around at the assembled students and at the silent, watchful crowd.
"If anybody fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number ninety-three Diagon Alley -- Weasley's Wizard Wheezes," he said in a loud voice. "Our new premises!"
"Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they're going to use our products to get rid of this old bat," said George, pointing at Professor Umbridge.
"STOP THEM!" shrieked Umbridge, but it was too late. As the Inquisitorial Squad closed in, Fred and George kicked off from the floor, shooting fifteen feet into the air, the iron peg swinging dangerously below. Fred looked across the hall at the poltergeist bobbing on his level above the crowd.
"Give her hell from us, Peeves."
And Peeves, whom Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset.

[dap, unele sunt in engleza, sunt mult mai faine asa...]