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Harry : There! I see it! |
Harry : The one with the broken wing! |
Hermione : What's wrong, Harry? |
Harry : It's too simple. |
Ron : Oh, go on, Harry! |
Ron : If Snape can catch it on that old broomstick, you can! |
Ron : You're the youngest seeker in a century! |
Ron : This complicates things a bit! |
Harry : Catch the key! |
Ron : Hurry up! |
Hermione : I don't like this. |
Hermione : I don't like this at all. |
Harry : Where are we? A graveyard. |
Ron : This is no graveyard. |
Ron : It's a chessboard. |
Harry : There's the door. |
Hermione : Now what do we do? |
Ron : It's obvious, isn't it? |
Ron : We've got to play our way across the room. |
Ron : All right. Harry, you take the empty Bishop's square. |
Ron : Hermione, you'll be the Queen's side castle. |
Ron : As for me, I'll be a knight. |
Hermione : What happens now? |
Ron: Well, white moves first, and then...we play. |
Hermione : Ron, you don't suppose this is going to be like...real wizard's chess, do you? |
Ron : You there! D-5! |
Ron : Yes, Hermione, I think this is going to be exactly like wizard's chess! |
Ron : Castle to E-4! |
Ron : Pawn to C-3! |
Harry : Wait a minute. |
Ron : You understand right, Harry. |
Ron : Once I make my move, the Queen will take me...then you'll be free to check the King. |
Harry : No, Ron! No! |
Hermione : What is it? |
Harry : He's going to sacrifice himself! |
Hermione : No, Ron, you can't! |
Hermione : There must be another way! |
Ron: Do you want to stop Snape from getting that Stone or not? |
Ron: Harry, it's you that has to go on. I know it. |
Ron: Not me, not Hermione, you. |
Ron: Knight...to H-3. |
Ron : Check. |
Ron : Ahhhh! |
Harry : RON! |
Harry : NO! Don't move! Dont forget, we're still playing. |
Harry : Checkmate. |
Harry : Take care of Ron. Then, go to the owlery. |
Harry : Send a message to Dumbledore. |
Harry : Ron's right...I have to go on. |
Hermione : You'll be okay, Harry. |
Hermione : You're a great wizard, you really are. |
Harry : Not as good as you. |
Hermione: Me? Books and cleverness? |
Hermione: There are more important things. |
Hermione: Friendship, and bravery. |
Hermione: And Harry, just be careful. |
Harry : You? No. It can't be...Snape. He was the one |
Quirrell : Yes. He does seem the type, doesn't he? |
Quirrell : "Next to him, who would suspect, ""p-p-poor s-stuttering Professor Quirrell?""" |
Harry : B-but, that day, during the Quidditch Match, Snape tried to kill me. |
Quirrell : No, dear boy. I tried to kill you! |
Quirrell : And trust me, if Snape's cloak hadn't caught fire and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded. |
Quirrell : Even with Snape muttering his little counter-curse. |
Harry : Snape was trying to...save me? |
Quirrell : I knew you were a danger right from the off. |
Quirrell : Especially after Halloween. |
Harry : Th-then you let the troll in. |
Quirrell : Very good Potter, yes. |
Quirrell : Snape, unfortunately, wasn't fooled. |
Quirrell : While everyone else was running to the dungeon, he went to the 3rd floor to head me off. |
Quirrell : He, of course, never trusted me again. |
Quirrell : He rarely left me alone. |
Quirrell : But he doesn't understand. |
Quirrell : I'm never alone. Never. |
Quirrell : Now...what does this mirror do? |
Quirrell : I see what I desire. |
Quirrell : I see myself holding the stone. |
Quirrell : But how do I get it? |
Voldemort : Use the boy |
Quirrell : Come here, Potter, now! |
Quirrell : Tell me. What do you see? |
Quirrell : What is it?! What do you see?! |
Harry : I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore. |
Harry : I've won the house cup. |
Voldemort: He lies. |
Quirrell: Tell the truth! What do you see?! |
Voldemort: Let me speak to him. |
Quirrell : Master, you are not strong enough. |
Voldemort: I have strength enough for this. |
Voldemort: Harry Potter. We meet again. |
Harry : Voldemort. |
Voldemort : Yes. You see what I have become? |
Voldemort : See what I must do to survive? |
Voldemort : Live off another. A mere parasite. |
Voldemort : Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own. |
Voldemort : But there is something that can. |
Voldemort : Something, that conveniently enough, lies in your pocket! |
Voldemort : Stop him! |
Voldemort : Don't be a fool! |
Voldemort : Why suffer a horrific death when you can join me and live?! |
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