Ron:"Hello, Harry! What sort of tomfoolery shall we get up to today?"
Harry:"No tomfoolery today, Ron. I'm sick of your dreadful speckled mug."
Ron: -zooms in-"Why must you hurt me in this way?"
Hermione: "Yeah, what's your problem?"
Harry: "My parents are dead, my life sucks, I can't hold down a girlfriend...
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Voldemort: Hello, little child.
Voldemort: You want a piece of me, what?
Ron: No sir!
Vodemort: Yeah, you run away.
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Ron: But it's magic, Harry, the goblins are magic.
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Snape: What's this rumpus?
Ron: Harry hit me.
Harry: Ron invaded my personal bubble
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Harry and Ron: Pantiloonious poopicus.
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Hermione: Hey guys...what's that smell?
Ron: Why, it's Snape's greatest potion ever!
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-dumbledore floats away-
Harry: Everyone make a wish.
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.