Gilderoy Lockhart: Hello! And who are you?
Ron: I'm Ron Weasley.
Lockhart: Really. And who-who am I?
Ron: Harry! Lockhart's memory charm backfired. He hasn't got a clue who he is!
Lockhart: This is an odd sort of place, isn't it. Do you live here?
Lockhart: Really-? [Ron hits him on the head with a rock.].
Ron Weasley: Do you think he knows? I mean, they're bits of his soul. The Horcruxes. Bits of him. When Dumbledore destroyed the ring and you destroyed Tom Riddle's diary all those years ago... He must've felt something, right? What I'm saying is, if we do this thing right, if we find the Horcruxes and begin to destroy them one by one... Won't he know he's being hunted?
Ron Weasley: Seems strange, mate. Dumbledore sends you off to find a load of Horcruxes, but doesn't bother to tell you how to destroy them. Doesn't that bother you?
[Ron tells Harry that he warned him about the dragons.]
Harry Potter: Hagrid warned me about the dragons!
Ron Weasley: No! No! Remember... I told Hermione to tell you that Seamus told me that Dean was told by Parvari that Hagrid was looking for you. Seamus didn't really tell me anything. So it was really me all along! I thought you'd be able to figure it out from there.
Harry Potter: How could anybody figure that out? It's completely mental!
[Ron unhappily looks at himself in the mirror. Harry walks in looking smart.]
Ron Weasley: What are those?
Harry Potter: My dress robes...
Ron Weasley: Those're all right! No lace, no dodgy little collar...
Harry Potter: Well, I expect yours are more traditional...
Ron Weasley: Traditional? They're ancient! I look like my great aunt Tessie! [Smells robe.] I smell like my great aunt Tessie! [Once again looks at himself in the mirror.] Murder me, Harry.
Ron: Do you think we'll ever have a quiet year at Hogwarts?
Ron: Yeah, well, what's life without a few dragons?
Ron: Blimey dad, how far up are we?
Lucius Malfoy: Put it this way, if it rains you'll be the first to know!