Funny Excerpts from the First Book

"So light a fire!" Harry choked.
"Yes...of course...but there's no wood!" Hermione cried, wringing her hands.
"HAVE toi GONE MAD!" Ron bellowed. "ARE toi A WITCH ou NOT!
"So toi mean the Stone's only sûr, sans danger as long as Quirrell stands up to Snape?" a dit Hermione in alarm.
"It'll be gone par suivant Tuesday," a dit Ron.
Speaking quietly so that no one else would hear, Harry told the other two about Snape's sudden, sinister desire to be a Quidditch referee.
"Don't play," a dit Hermione at once.
"Say you're ill," a dit Ron.
"Pretend to break your leg," Hermione suggested.
"Really break your leg," a dit Ron.
See?" a dit Hermione, when Harry and Ron had finished. "The dog must be guarding Flamel's Sorcerer's Stone! I bet he asked Dumbledore to keep it sûr, sans danger for him, because they're Friends and he knew someone was after it, that's why he wanted the Stone moved out of Gringotts!"
"A stone that makes or and stops toi from ever dying!" a dit Harry. "No wonder Snape's after it! Anyone would want it."
"And no wonder we couldn't find Flamel in that Study of récent Developments in Wizardry," a dit Ron. "He's not exactly récent if he's six hundred and sixty-five, is he?"

Funny Excerpts from the seconde Book

Hermione, however, clapped a hand to her forehead. "Harry -- I think I've just understood something! I've got to go to the library!" And she sprinted away, up the stairs.
"What does she understand?" a dit Harry distractedly, still looking around, trying to tell where the voice had come from.
"Loads plus than I do." a dit Ron, shaking his head.
"But why's she got to go to the library?"
"Because that's what Hermione does," a dit Ron, shrugging. "When in doubt, go to the library."

Funny Excerpts from the Fourth Book

"I told you!" Ron hissed at Hermione as she stared down the article. "I told toi not to annoy Rita Skeeter! She's made toi out to be some sort of - scarlet woman!"
Hermione stopped looking astonished and snorted with laughter. "Scarlet woman?" she repeated, shaking with surprised giggles as she looked around at Ron.
"It's what my mum calls them," Ron muttered, his ears going red.
Ron: "I could've taken those mer-idiots any time I wanted."
Hermione: "What were toi going to do, snore at them?"
Excuse me, I don't like people just because they're handsome!" a dit Hermione indignantly.
Ron gave a loud false cough, which sounded oddly like "Lockhart!"
"Oh, am I?" a dit Ron peering down at his predictions. "I'd better change one of them to getting trampled par a rampaging Hippogriff."
"Don't toi think it's a bit obvious you've made these up?" a dit Hermione.
"How dare you!" a dit Ron in mock outrage. "We've been working like house-elves here!"
"All the good-looking ones taken, Ron?" a dit Hermione loftily. "Eloise Midgen starting to look quite pretty now, is she? Well, I'm sure you'll find someone somewhere who'll have you."
But Ron was staring at Hermione as though suddenly seeing her in a whole new light.
"Hermione, Neville's right - toi are a girl..."
"Oh well spotted," she a dit acidly.
"You’re joking, Weasley!" a dit Malfoy, behind them. "You’re not telling me someone’s asked that to the ball? Not the long-molared Mudblood?"
Harry and Ron both whipped round, but Hermione a dit loudly, waving to somebody over Malfoy’s shoulder, "Hello, Professor Moody!"
Malfoy went pale and jumped backward, looking wildly around for Moody, but he was still up at the staff table, finishing his stew.
"Twitchy little ferret, aren’t you, Malfoy?" a dit Hermione scathingly, and she, Harry, and Ron went up the marble staircase laughing heartily.

Funny Excerpt from the fifth Book

"Who's Kreacher?"
"The house-elf who lives here," a dit Ron. "Nutter. Never met one like him."
"He is not a nutter," a dit Hermione.
"His life's ambition is to have his head cut off and stuck up on a plaque like his mother," a dit Ron. "Is that normal, Hermione?"
They were so busy that Hermione had stopped knitting elf hats and was fretting that she was down to her last three. "All those poor elves I haven't set free yet, having to stay over during Christmas because there aren't enough hats!"
A slightly stunned silence greeted the end of this speech, then Ron said, "One person can't feel all that at once, they'd explode."
"Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have," a dit Hermione.
"Okay, write that down," Hermione a dit to Ron, pushing his essay and a sheet covered in her own écriture back to Ron, "and then copy out this conclusion that I've written for you."
"Hermione, toi are honestly the most wonderful person I have ever met," a dit Ron weakly, "and if I'm ever rude to toi again - "
" - I'll know you're back to normal," a dit Hermione.
Funny excerpts from the Sixth Book

"And the steam rising in characteristic spirals," a dit Hermione enthusiastically, "and it's supposed to smell differently to each of according to what attracts us, and I can smell freshly mown herbe and new parchment and -"
But she turned slightly rose and did not complete the sentence.
"I know I messed up Ancient Runes," muttered Hermione feverishly. "I definitely made at least one serious mistranslation. And the Defense Against the Dark Arts practical was no good at all. I thought Transfiguration went all right at the time, but looking back..."
"Hermione, will toi shut up? You're not the only one who's nervous!" barked Ron. "And when you've got your eleven 'Outstanding OWLs...'"
"Don't, don't, don't!" a dit Hermione, flapping her hands hysterically. "I know I've failed everything!"
"Bill told me 'ow Fred and george are very amusing!" a dit Fleur, smiling serenely.
"Yes, I can hardly breathe for laughing," snapped Hermione.
"Women," [Ron] a dit wisely to Harry, "they're easily upset."
"And yet," a dit Hermione, coming out of her reverie, "I doubt you'd find a woman who sulked for half an heure because Madam Rosmerta didn't laugh at their joke about the hag, the Healer, and the Mimbulus mimbletonia."
"Ah no!" a dit Ron, staring horror-struck at the parchment. "Don't say I'll have to write the whole thing out again!"
"It's okay, we can fix it," a dit Hermione, pulling the essay toward her and taking out her wand.
"I l’amour you, Hermione," a dit Ron, sinking back in his chair, rubbing his eyes wearily.
Hermione turned faintly pink, but merely said, "Don't let Lavender hear toi saying that."
Funny excerpts from the Seven Book

Ron, toi know full well Harry and I were brought up par Muggles!” a dit Hermione. “We didn’t hear stories like that when we were little, we heard ‘Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs’ and ‘Cinderella’—“
“What’s that, an illness?” asked Ron.
"So that's little Scorpius,"said Ron under his breath. "Make sure toi beat him in every test Rosie.Thank God toi inherited your mother's brains."
"Ron for heaven's sake,"said Hermione, half stern, half amused. "Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!"
"You're right, sorry," a dit Ron. But unable to help himself, he added "Don't get too friendly with him, though Rosie. Granddad Weasley would never forgive toi if toi married a pureblood."
"Well, what else can I say?" Ron shouted, and Harry was glad that Ron was fighting back.
"Oh I don't know!" yelled Hermione with awful sarcasm. "Rack your brains, Ron, that should only take a couple of seconds-"
Hermione slid out of her bunk and moved like a sleepwalker toward Ron, her eyes upon his pale face. She stopped right in front of him, her lips slightly parted, her eyes wide. Ron gave a weak, hopeful smile and half raised his arms.
Hermione launched herself vers l'avant, vers l’avant and started punching every inch of him that she could reach.
"Ouch - ow - geroff! What the - ? Hermione - OW!"
"You - complete - arse - Ronald - Weasley!"
She punctuated every word with a blow: Ron backed away, shielding his head as Hermione advanced.
"You - crawl - back - here - after - weeks - and - weeks - oh, where's my wand?"