Robert Hardy: Cornelius Fudge
Cornelius Fudge : [just after Buckbeak's escape] We must search the grounds!
Dumbledore : Search the *skies* if you must, Minister, but now I think I'll have a nice cup of tea, or a large brandy. Oh, and executioner, your services are no longer required. Thank you.
Hagrid : You'll find no small glasses in *this* house.
Cornelius Fudge : As the Minister of Magic, it is my duty to inform you, Mr. Potter, that earlier this evening your uncle's sister was located a little south of Sheffield, circling a chimney stack. The Accidental Magic Reversal department was dispatched immediately, she has been properly punctured and her memory modified. She will have no recollection of the event whatsoever so that's that and no harm done. Pea soup?
Harry : No, thank you. Minister?
Cornelius Fudge : Yes?
Harry : I don't understand.
Cornelius Fudge : Understand?
Harry : I broke the law. Underage wizards aren't allowed to use magic at home.
Cornelius Fudge : Come now Harry, the Ministry doesn't send people to Azkaban for blowing up their aunts.
Professor Minerva McGonagall : Years ago, when Potter's parent's were marked for death, do you remember? They went into hiding. Few knew where they were. One who did was Sirius Black. And he told You-Know-Who!
Cornelius Fudge : Not only did Black lead You-Know-Who to the Potters that night, he also killed one of their friends, Peter Pettigrew.
Madame Rosmerta : Peter Pettigrew?
Professor Minerva McGonagall : Little lump of a boy, always following after Sirius Black.
Madame Rosmerta : Oh, I remember him. Never let James and Sirius out of his sight. But what happened?
Professor Minerva McGonagall : Well Peter Pettigrew tried to warn the Potters, and might have managed to if he hadn't run into an old friend.
Madame Rosmerta : Mhm, Sirius Black.
Cornelius Fudge : Black was vicious. He didn't kill Pettigrew, he destroyed him. A finger. That's all that was left, a finger. Nothing else.
Professor Minerva McGonagall : Sirius Black may not have put his hands to the Potters, but he's the reason they're dead.
Cornelius Fudge : And now he wants to finish what he started.