Best quotes from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Are you insane? Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! Have you got a house? When can I move in?

The sky outside the window was changing rapidly from deep, velvety blue to cold, steely gray and then, slowly, to pink shot with gold.

A gigantic tortoise with a jewel-encrusted shell was glittering near the window.

The Forbidden Forest looked as though it had been enchanted, each tree smattered with silver, and Hagrid's cabin looked like an iced cake.

Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.
Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git.
Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.
Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.

You think the dead we loved truly ever leave us? You think that we don't recall them more clearly in times of great trouble?

I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for.

The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed.

I knew I could do it all this time, said Harry, Because I'd already done it... does that make sense?

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

What do we want to be prefects for? said George, looking revolted at the very idea. It’d take all the fun out of life.

He was my mum and dad's best friend. He's a convicted murderer, but he's broken out of wizard prison and he's on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though...keep up with my news...check if I'm happy...

Harry!" said Fred, elbowing Percy out of the way and bowing deeply. "Simply splendid to see you, old boy-"
"Marvelous," said George, pushing Fred aside and seizing Harry's hand in turn. "Absolutely spiffing."
Percy scowled.
"That's enough, now," said Mrs. Weasley.
"Mum!" said Fred as though he'd only just spotted her and seizing her hand too. "How really corking to see you-

How're we getting to King's Cross tomorrow, Dad?" asked Fred as they dug into a sumptuous pudding.
"The Ministry's providing a couple of cars," said Mr. Weasley.
Everyone looked up at him.
"Why?" said Percy curiously.
"It's because of you, Perce," said George seriously. "And there'll be little flags on the hoods, with HB on them-"
"-for Humongous Bighead," said Fred.

Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black.

Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways.

Don't let the muggles get you down.

I'm not going to be murdered,' Harry said out loud.
'That's the spirit, dear,' said his mirror sleepily.

Why, dear boy, we don't send wizards to Azkaban just for blowing up their aunts.

Once again you've put your keen and penetrating mind to the task and as usual come to the wrong conclusion!

What was there to be gained by fighting the most evil wizard who has ever existed?" said Black, with a terrible fury in his face. "Only innocent lives, Peter!"
"You don't understand!" whined Pettigrew. "He would have killed me, Sirius!"
"THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED!" roared Black. "DIED RATHER THAN BETRAY YOUR FRIENDS, AS WE WOULD HAVE DONE FOR YOU!

If you made a better rat than a human, it’s not much to boast about, Peter.

HELLO? HELLO? CAN YOU HEAR ME? I-WANT-TO-TALK-TO-HARRY-POTTER!

And it's Gryfindor in possession again, as Johnson takes the Quaffle— Flint alongside her —poke him in the eye, Angelina —it was a joke, professor, it was a joke...

I’m very busy with schoolwork, of course."
"How can she be?" said Ron in horror. "We’re on vacation!

If all goes well, you will be able to save more than one innocent life tonight.

Three turns should do it.

Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, retired at the end of last year in order to enjoy more time with his remaining limbs.

I bet you’re not dangerous at all, are you? Are you, you great ugly brute?

Yeah, we’ll call you, muttered Ron as the knight disappeared, If we ever need someone mental.

Have you ever seen anything quite as pathetic?" said Malfoy. "And he’s supposed to be our teacher!"
Harry and Ron both made furious moves toward Malfoy, but Hermione got there first - SMACK!
She had slapped Malfoy across the face with all the strength she could muster. Malfoy staggered. Harry, Ron, Crabbe, and Goyle stood flabbergasted as Hermione raised her hand again.
"Don’t you
dare
call Hagrid pathetic you foul—you evil—"
"Hermione!" said Ron weakly and he tried to grab her hand as she swung it back.
"Get
off
Ron!"
Hermione pulled out her wand. Malfoy stepped backward. Crabbe and Goyle looked at him for instructions, thoroughly bewildered.
"C’mon," Malfoy muttered, and in a moment, all three of them had disappeared into the passageway to the dungeons.
"
Hermione
!" Ron said again, sounding both stunned and impressed.

What's that?" he snarled, staring at the envelope Harry was still clutching in his hand. "If it's another form for me to sign, you've got another -"
"It's not," said Harry cheerfully. "It's a letter from my godfather."
"Godfather?" sputtered Uncle Vernon. "You haven't got a godfather!"
"Yes, I have," said Harry brightly. "He was my mum and dad's best friend. He's a convicted murderer, but he's broken out of wizard prison and he's on the run. He likes to keep in touch with me, though...keep up with my news...check if I'm happy....

I know how to use a fellytone now.

I'm dying!" Malfoy yelled, as the class panicked. "I'm dying, look at me! It's killed me!

I'll fix it up with Mum and Dad, then I'll call you. I know how to use a fellytone now—"
"A telephone, Ron," said Hermione. "Honestly, you should take Muggle Studies next year...

What you fear most of all is —fear. Very wise...

I dreamed I was buying new shoes last night," said Ron. "What d'ya think that's gonna mean?"
"Probably that you're going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something," said Harry.

Mischief Managed.

Loony, Loopy Lupin.

You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you’ll have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no . . . anything. There’s no chance at all of recovery. You’ll just — exist. As an empty shell. And your soul is gone forever . . . lost.

I’d take that gum out of the keyhole if I were you, Peeves, he said pleasantly.
Peeves paid no attention to Professor Lupin’s words, except to blow a loud wet raspberry.
Professor Lupin gave a small sigh and took out his wand.
This is a useful little spell, he told the class over his shoulder. Please watch closely.
He raised the wand to shoulder height, said,
Waddiwasi
! and pointed it at Peeves.
With the force of a bullet, the wad of chewing gum shot out of the keyhole and straight down Peeves’s left nostril; he whirled upright and zoomed away, cursing.
Cool, sir! said Dean Thomas in amazement.
Thank you, Dean, said Professor Lupin, putting his wand away again. Shall we proceed?

Oh, I'm so glad we know what it's called, that's a great help," snarled Ron, leaning back, trying to stop the plant from curling around his neck.

We've got it [Percy's Head Boy badge]," Fred whispered to Harry. "We're improving it."
The badge now read
Bighead Boy
.

Oliver, calm down! said Fred, looking slightly alarmed. We’re taking Hufflepuff very seriously.
Seriously
.

What would your head have been doing in Hogsmeade, Potter?" said Snape softly. "Your head is not allowed in Hogsmeade. No part of your body has permission to be in Hogsmeade.

He's a werewolf! That's why he's been missing classes!

Black’s gaunt face broke into the first true smile Harry had seen upon it. The difference it made was startling, as though a person ten years younger were shining through the starved mask; for a moment, he was recognizable as the man who had laughed at Harry’s parents’ wedding.

The hippogriff took off into the air. . . . He and his rider became smaller and smaller as Harry gazed after them . . . then a cloud drifted across the moon. . . . They were gone.

Was it - was she making a real prediction?'
Dumbledore looked mildly impressed.
'Do you know, Harry, I think she might have been,' he said thoughtfully. 'Who'd have thought it? That brings her total of real predictions up to two. I should offer her a pay raise...

Lily and James only made you Secret-Keeper because I suggested it, Black hissed, so venomously that Pettigrew took a step backward. I thought it was the perfect plan... a bluff... Voldemort would be sure to come after me, would never dream they’d use a weak, talentless thing like you... It must have been the finest moment of your miserable life, telling Voldemort you could hand him the Potters.