Happy Birthday Fred and George Weasley!
Twins: Make way for the heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through…
Percy: It is not a laughing matter.
Fred: Oh, get out of the way, Percy. Harry’s in a hurry.
George: Yeah, he’s nipping off to the Chamber of Secrets for a cup of tea with his fanged servant.
Hermione: Has Ron saved a goal yet?
Fred: Well, he can do it if he thinks no one is watching him, so all we have to do is ask the crowd to turn their backs and talk among themselves every time the Quaffle goes up on his end Saturday.
"Are you trying to weasel out of showing us any of this stuff?" said Zacharias Smith.
"Here’s an idea," said Ron loudly, "why don’t you shut your mouth?"
"Well, we’ve all turned up to learn from him, and now he’s telling us he can’t really do any of it," he said.
"That’s not what he said," said Fred Weasley.
"Would you like us to clean out your ears for you?" inquired George, pulling a long and lethal-looking metal instrument from inside one of the Zonko’s bags.
"Or any part of your body, really, we’re not fussy where we stick this," said Fred.