“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!”

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

“And that boys," yelled Mr. Weasley over the tumult of the crowd below,"is why you should never go for looks alone!”

“The kitchen door opened and the entire Weasley family, plus Hermione, came inside, all looking very happy, with Mr Weasley walking proudly in their midst dressed in a pair of striped pyjamas covered by a mackintosh."Cured!" he announced brightly to the kitchen at large. "Completely cured!"He and all the other Weasleys froze on the threshold, gazing at the scene in front of them, which was also suspended in mid-action, both Sirius and Snape looking towards the door with their wands pointing into each other's faces and Harry immobile between them, a hand stretched out to each, trying to force them apart."Merlin's beard," said Mr Weasley, the smile sliding off his face, "what's going on here?”

“One more lesson like that and I might just do a Weasley.”

“Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march.”