Harry: She got what she deserved! (points wand at Uncle Vernon)
Uncle Vernon: You're not allowed to use magic outside your school!
Harry: Yeah? Try me.
Why would I go looking for someone who wants to kill me?
Harry: I knew I could do it because I already saw myself do it. Does that make any sense?
Hermione: No, and I hate flying.
The study of Divination will give you the rare gift of SIGHT! (stands up, and promptly bumps into her table)
(outside the shrieking shack to Ron and Hermione) Well well. Look who's here, you two shopping for your new dream home?
The tail I can live with. But the fleas... They murder.
Hermione: (gazing at a crystal ball) Can I give it a try?
Professor Trelawney: Yes, sure!
Hermione: The grim? Possibly?
Professor Trelawney: You know, my dear, the moment I looked into your eyes I knew that you did not have the mind for the noble art of Divination. (looking at her palm)
Professor Trelawney: See? Right here. You're young in years but the heart that beats beneath your bosom is as shriveled as an old maid's, your soul as dry as the pages of the books to which you so desperately cleave. (Hermione gets up and leaves, angrily)
Professor Trelawney: Have I said something?

