“Longbottom, if brains were gold, you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something.”

“You know how I think they choose people for Gryffindor team?" said Malfoy loudly a few minutes later, as Snape awarded Hufflepuff another penalty for now reason at all. "It's people they feel sorry for. See, there's Potter, who's got no parents, then there's the Weasleys, who've got no money - you should be on the team, Longbottom, you've got no brains.”

“Weasley is our king,Weasley is our king,He didn't let the quaffle in,Weasley is our king.Weasley can save anything,He never leaves a single ring,That's why Griffindors all sing,Weasley is our king!”

“Orange, Longbottom.”

“Ginny!" said Mr. Weasley, flabbergasted. "Haven't I taught you anything? What have I always told you? Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain?”

“That's what they should teach us here. How girls' brains work… It would be more useful than divination, anyway…”

“I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a toilet seat. No doubt they thought it would amuse you.”