Ron Becomes a Keeper | Half-Blood Prince

All right, um. Okay, so this morning I'm gonna be putting you all through a few drills just to assess your strengths. Quiet, please. Shut it! Thanks. All right, um. Now then, remember, just because you made the team last year, does not guarantee you a spot this year. Is that clear? Good. No hard feelings, Weasley, all right? Hard feelings? Yeah, I'll be going out for Keeper as well, it's... It's nothing personal. Really? Strapping guy like you, you've got more of a Beater's build, don't you think? Keepers need to be quick, agile. I like my chances. Say, um... Think you could introduce me to your friend Granger? Wouldn't mind getting on a first name basis, know what I mean? Come on, Weasley! Come on, Ron. Come on. Go on, Weasley! Come on, Ron! Go on, Weasley! Go on, Cormac! Come on, Ron! Come on, Ron! Come on, Ron. Confundus. Isn't he brilliant? I have to admit, I thought I was gonna miss that last one. I hope Cormac's not taking it too hard. He's got a bit of a thing for you, Hermione, Cormac. He's vile. Have you ever heard of this spell, "Sectumsempra?" No, I haven't. And if you had a shred of self-respect you'd hand that book in. Not bloody likely, he's top of the class. He's even better than you, Hermione. Slughorn thinks he's a genius. What? I'd like to know whose that book was. Let's have a look, shall we? No. Why not? The binding is fragile. "The binding is fragile?" Yeah. Who's the Half-Blood Prince? Who? That's what it says right here, "This book is property of the Half-Blood Prince." [Hermione] For weeks you carry around this book, practically sleep with it, and yet you have no desire to find out who the Half-Blood Prince is? [Harry] I didn't say I wasn't curious, and I don't sleep with it. Well, it's true, I like a nice chat before I go to bed. And now all you do is read that bloody book. It's like being with Hermione. Well, I was curious, So, I went to— [Both] The library. And? And nothing. I couldn't find a reference anywhere to a Half-Blood Prince. There we go, that settles it then. Filius! I was hoping to find you in the Three Broomsticks. No, emergency choir practice, I'm afraid, Horace. Does anyone fancy a Butterbeer? A chum of mine was sledging down Claxsby Hill, we had a very long, homemade, Norwegian-style sledge. [Harry] No, not there, here. As we hurtled down, we hit what must have been... No, sit beside me. Okay. Something to drink? Three Butterbeers and some ginger and lime, please. Oh, bloody hell. Slick git. Honestly, Ronald, they're only holding hands. And snogging. I'd like to leave. What? You can't be serious. That happens to be my sister. So? What if she looked over here and saw you snogging me? Would you expect her to get up and leave? Hey, my boy. Hello, Sir, wonderful to see you. And you, and you! So, what brings you here? Oh, the Three Broomsticks and I go way back, further than I care to admit. I can remember when it was one broomstick. All hands on deck, Granger. Listen, my boy, in the old days, I used to throw together the occasional supper party. A select student or two, would you be game? I'd consider it an honour, Sir. You'd be welcome too, Granger. I'd be delighted, Sir. Splendid. Look for my owl. Good to see you, Wallenby. What are you playing at? Dumbledore's asked me to get to know him. "Get to know him?" I don't know. It must be important. If it wasn't, Dumbledore wouldn't ask. You've got a little bit... [Leanne] Katie, you don't know what it could be. Harry! What? [Katie] I know what I'm doing. Did you hear what she was saying back at the pub about me and her snogging? As if. [Screaming] I warned her. I warned her not to touch it! Don't get any closer! Get back, all of you. [Hagrid] Now, now, now, now. Now, now, now. Do not touch that, except for the wrappings. Do you understand? You're sure Katie did not have this in her possession when she entered the Three Broomsticks? It's like I said, she left to go to the loo, and when she came back she had the package. She said it was important that she deliver it. Did she say to whom? To Professor Dumbledore. Very well, thank you, Leanne, you may go. Why is it when something happens it is always you three? Believe me, Professor, I've been asking myself the same question for six years. Oh, Severus. What do you think? I think Miss Bell is lucky to be alive. She was cursed, wasn't she? I know Katie, off the Quidditch pitch she wouldn't hurt a fly. If she was delivering that to Professor Dumbledore, she wasn't doing it knowingly. Yes, she was cursed. It was Malfoy. That is a very serious accusation, Potter. Indeed. Your evidence? I just know. You "just... know?" Once again, you astonish with your gifts, Potter. Gifts mere mortals can only dream of possessing. How grand it must be to be the Chosen One.