Hermione's best lines.

Let's see then. Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, is it? I'm Hermione Granger. And... Ma... Bloop. Pleasure. You two better change into robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon. You've got dirt on your nose, by the way. Did you know? Just now. Madam Bloop said. Besides, you don't even know how to fly! What an idiot. What if I make a fool of myself? You won't make a fool of yourself. It's in your blood. But, stop, stop, stop. You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's Leviosa. Not Leviosa. Wingardium Leviosa. It's totally barbaric. I see you've pecked. See you haven't. Good. You can help Harry then. He's going to go and look in the library. For information on Nicholas Vermeule. Look a hundred times. Not in the restricted section. Happy Christmas. I had you looking in the wrong section. How could I be so stupid? I checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading. This is light? Of course, here it is. Nicholas Vermeule is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone. The what? Honestly, don't you two read? The Philosopher's Stone is a legendary substance with astonishing powers. It will transform any metal into pure gold. And produces the elixir of life, which will make the drink immortal. Immortal? It means you'll never die. Who's the one wizard Voldemort always feared? As long as Dumbledore's around, Harry, you're safe. As long as Dumbledore's around, you can't be touched. You stood on my foot! You'll be okay, Harry. You're a great wizard. You really are. I'm not as good as you. Me? Books and cleverness. There are more important things. Friendship and bravery. And Harry, just be careful. Yes, Miss Granger. Mandrake, or Mandragora, is used to return those who've been petrified to their original state. It's also quite dangerous. The mandrake's cry is fatal to anyone who hears it. Fear of a name only increases fear of itself. And you must be Miss Granger. Me? Julia, stop! Hold still! Even in the wizarding world, hearing voices isn't a good sign. Yes, Miss Granger? Professor, I was willing to tell us about the Chamber of Secrets. Oh, stop it! No! Even with a proper wand, it's too risky. You could hit Harry. We'll have to wait for the Polyjuice Station to make sure. Don't you think I'll get caught? No. No one ever comes in here. Why? Moaning Myrtle. Who? Moaning Myrtle. She's a little sensitive. Look, Hagrid's our friend. Why don't we just go and ask him about it? At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent. No one asked your opinion, you filthy little mudblood. Call me a mudblood. He did not. What's a mudblood? It means dirty blood. Mudblood's a really foul name for someone who's muggle-born. Someone with non-magic parents. Someone like me. It's not a term one usually hears in civilized conversations. Even they aren't that big. But there might be another way. Mind you, it would be difficult. Not to mention we'd be breaking about fifty school rules. And it would be dangerous. Very dangerous. How can I speak a language without knowing I care? I don't know, Harry, but it sounded like you were egging the snake on or something. Harry, listen to me. There's a reason the symbol of Slytherin House is a serpent. Salazar Slytherin was a parsimonial. He could talk to snakes, too. But it's tricky. I've never seen a more complicated potion. Well, how long will it take to make? A month. A month? I know. I don't see any plan we've got. Everything's set. We just need a bit of who you're changing into. Crap and Goyle. We also need to make sure that the real Crap and Goyle can't burst in on us while we're interrogating Malfoy. How? I've got it all worked out. I filled these with simple sleeping drops. Simple, but powerful. Now, once they're asleep, hide them in the broomstick cupboard and pull out a few of their hairs. And put on their uniforms. Whose are you ripping out then? I've already got mine. Millicent Goldthroat. Slytherin. I got this off her robe. I'm going to go check on the Polyjuice Potion. Make sure Crap and Goyle find these. Welcome back, Hermione. It's good to be back. Congratulations, I can't believe you solved it. Well, we had loads of help from you. We couldn't have done it without you. Thanks. Harry! Ronald has lost his rat. I haven't lost anything. Your cat killed him. Rubbish. How are you feeling? Um... No one blames you, Harry. The Dementors aren't supposed to come inside Brown. Dumbledore was furious. Look who's here. Ah, come and see the show. You! You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach! Hermione, no! It's not worth it. Malfoy, are you okay? Let's go! Quick! That felt good. And Master, you've got to stop them. They've got the wrong man. It's true, sir. Sirius is innocent. Scammers who did it. Scammers? He's my rat, sir. He's not really a rat. Well, he was a rat. He was my brother Percy's rat. Then they gave him out, and I got... We know the truth. He is Believer. Clearly something happened and he wants us to change. You attacked a teacher! Wake up! Wake up, Ronald! Bloody hell. Honestly, get dressed. It's hurting again, isn't it? Where's Hermione? Oh, girl. You were spotted. Perhaps you could kill us the last unforgivable curse, Miss Granger. The key's to Concentrate. After that, you just have to... Battle a dragon. You see this? This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself. So? So... A genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a daughter's pathetically dim-witted as an aging potion. But that's why it's so brilliant. Because it's so pathetically dim-witted. Ronald would like me to tell you that Seamus told him that Dean was told by Pavarti that Hagrid's looking for him. Is that right? Well, you... What? Uh... Dean was told by Pavarti that... Please don't ask me to say it again. Hagrid's looking for him. Well, you can tell Ronald... I'm not an owl! I can't believe it. She's done it again. Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards. Her latest prey, sources report, is none other than the Bulgarian bon-bon Victor Krum. No word yet on how Harry Potter's taking this latest emotional blow. I won't be going alone because believe it or not, someone's passed me. And I said yes. She looks beautiful. Hot, isn't it? Victor's gone to go and get drinks. Does she care to join us? No, he'd not care to join you and Victor. You're fraternizing with the enemy. The enemy? Who was it wanting his autograph? Besides, the whole point of the tournament is international magical cooperation. To make friends. I think he's got a bit more than friendship on his mind. How dare you? Besides, I can take care of myself. Doubt it. He's way too old. What? What? That's what you think? Yeah, that's what I think. You know the solution then, don't you? Go on. Next time there's a ball, pluck up the courage and ask me before somebody else does. And not as a last resort. Where have you been? Never mind. Off to bed, both of you. They get scary when they get older. Ron, you've spoiled everything! What's this about? Has he already figured it out? I wouldn't know. We didn't actually talk about the tournament. Actually, we didn't talk at all. Victor's more of a physical boy. I'd just be in his not-particular equation. Mostly, he watches me study. It's a bit annoying, actually. Just being in his task force is lying to test you. In the most brutal way, they're almost cruel. And I'm scared for you. You got by the dragons mostly on Earth. I'm not sure it's going to be enough this time. Everything's going to change now, isn't it? Yes. Promise you'll write this summer. Both of you. I won't. You know I won't. Harry will, won't you? Yeah, every week. It means the Ministry's interfering at Hogwarts. We've got to be able to defend ourselves. And if Umbridge refuses to teach us how, we'll need someone who will. So, you all know why we're here. We need a teacher. A proper teacher. One who's had real experience defending themselves against the Dark Arts. I'm sure Harry's kissing was more than satisfactory. Cho spends half her time crying these days. I think a bit of snogging will cheer her up. I don't understand how she must be feeling. Well, obviously she's feeling sad about something. And I feel confused about loving Harry and guilty about kissing him. Conflicted because Umbridge is rushing to sack her mum from her job at the Ministry and frightened of failing her OWL since she's so busy worrying about everything else. One person couldn't feel any worse. Explode. It's because you've got the emotional energy of a teaspoon. Thanks, Mr. Perf. Just what he wanted, actually. See that girl over there? That's Romilda Vane. Apparently she's trying to smuggle you a love potion. Really? Hey, she's only interested in you because she thinks you're the Chosen One. But I am the Chosen One. What are you doing? What happened to you? No, I've just escaped. I mean, I left Cormac under the mistletoe. Cormac? That's who you invited? I thought it would annoy Ron the most. How does it feel, Harry? When you see Dean with Ginny. Stop it, Ron. You're making it snow. Tell me how I broke up with Lavender again. Well, she came to visit you in the hospital. And you talked. I don't believe it was a particularly long conversation. You don't remember anything from that night. Anything at all. There is something. But it can't be. I was completely boggled, wasn't I? Boggled? Excuse me, I have to go and vomit. It's so easy for them to get to you. You're bloody lucky you weren't killed. You have to realise who you are, Harry. I know who I am, Hermione, all right? I've always admired your courage, Harry. Sometimes you can be really thick. You need us, Harry. Shaftesbury Avenue. I used to come to the theatre here with Mum and Dad. Don't know why I thought of it, it just popped into my head. You're amazing, you are. Always the turn of surprise. That'll be the books. A cappuccino, please. You've... What she said. Same. Hermione. You're the best at spells. You're a bit dumb. Just try and act normal. Do what everybody else is doing. Hi. Oh, Ronald Wheatley! You show up here after weeks, and you don't even know who you are. Did you say, hey? Where's my wand? I don't know. Harry Potter, you give me my wand! I don't have it. How come he's got your wand? Never mind why he's got my wand. Don't think this changes anything. And what exactly did I say in my ass? We need to talk. Positive. Calmly. Yes, you can. That's right, I did. Let's go. Brilliant. I'll go with you. I'll kill the snake.