Book 3:
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"HELLO? HELLO? CAN YOU HEAR ME? I-WANT-TO-TALK-TO-HARRY-POTTER!"
--Ron

"He seems like a very good teacher," said Hermione approvingly. "But I wish I could have had a turn with the boggart-" "What would it have been for you?" said Ron, sniggering. "A piece of homework that only got nine out of ten?"

If only there had been a dementor around...As a sobbing Wood passed Harry the Cup, as he lifted it into the air, Harry felt he could have produced the world's best Patronus.

"I have no hesitation in saying that James would have been highly disappointed if his son had never found any of the secret passages out of the castle."

"I know how to use a fellytone now-" "A telephone, Ron," said Hermione. "Honestly, you, should take Muggle Studies next year..."

"An' now 'e's out," said Stan, examining the newspaper picture of Black's gaunt face again. "Never been a breakout from Azkaban before, 'as there, Ern? Beats me 'ow 'e did it. Frightenin', eh? Mind, I don't fancy 'is chances against them Azkaban guards, eh, Ern?"
--Chapter Three: The Knight Bus

They watched in astonishment as the little knight tugged his sword out of its scabbard and began brandishing it violently, hopping up and down in rage. But the sword was too long for him; a particularly wild swing made him overbalance, and he landed facedown in the grass.
--Chapter Six: Talons and Tea Leaves

It was a map showing every detail of the Hogwarts castle and grounds. But the truly remarkable thing were the tiny ink dots moving around it, each labeled with a name in minuscule writing. Astounded, Harry bent over it. A labeled dot in the top left corner showed that Professor Dumbledore was pacing his study; the caretaker's cat, Mrs. Norris, was prowling the second floor; and Peeves the Poltergeist was currently bouncing around the trophy room. And as Harry's eyes traveled up and down the familiar corridors, he noticed something else.
--Chapter Ten: The Marauder's Map

But a pair of strong, clammy hands suddenly attached themselves around Harry's neck. They were forcing his face upward.... He could feel its breath.... It was going to get rid of him first.... He could feel its putrid breath.... His mother was screaming in his ears.... She was going to be the last thing he ever heard --
--Chapter Twenty-One: The Dementor's Kiss  

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