Neville Longbottom

Potter. Is it true you fainted?

- How many are there? - 36. Counted them myself.

Mental, that one, I'm telling you.

Me dad's a Muggle. Mum's a witch.

- I mean, you actually fainted? - Shove off, Malfoy.

Red hair and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley.

Tell the truth! What do you see?

Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse.

She's a nightmare, honestly! No wonder she hasn't got any friends.

- Move! - He's asleep!

Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?

My darling boy! How did you get in there?

I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending that I don't exist.

Marge is ill. Ate a funny whelk.

Knight to h3.

It's all right, sweetheart. We'll get you out of these cold clothes.

No, stop, stop, stop! You're going to take someone's eye out.

- Good. And, Dudley, you will be...? - I'll be waiting to open the door.

Hey, look! Neville's got a Remembrall.

Why is it always me?

So when they arrive at the ninth hole...

Thought you ought to know.

He lies.

Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day, can you?

That's not just a broomstick, Harry, it's a Nimbus 2000!