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Harry : Never!
Voldemort : Haha. Bravery. Your parents had it too.
Voldemort : Tell me, Harry, would you like to see your mother and father again?
Voldemort : Together, we can bring them back.
Voldemort : All I ask for is something in return.
Voldemort : That's it, Harry.
Voldemort : There is no good and evil.
Voldemort : There is only power, and those too weak to seek it.
Voldemort : Together, we'll do extraordinary things.
Voldemort : Just give me the stone!
Harry : You liar!
Voldemort: Kill him!
Quirrell : Ahh! Ahh! What is this magic?
Voldemort : Fool! Get the stone!
Quirrell: Ahhhhhhhhhh!
Voldemort : Arrrhhhhhh!
Harry : Ahhhhhhhhh!
Dumbledore : Good afternoon, Harry.
Dumbledore : Ah. Tokens from your admirers?
Harry : Admirers?
Dumbledore: What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows.
Dumbledore: Ah, I see your friend Ronald has saved you the trouble of opening your Chocolate Frogs.
Harry : Ron was here?
Harry : Is he all right?
Harry : What about Hermione?
Dumbledore : Fine. They're both just fine.
Harry : But, what happened to the Stone?
Dumbledore : Relax, dear boy. The stone has been destroyed.
Dumbledore : My friend Nicholas and I had a little chat and agreed it was best all around.
Harry: But Flamel, he'll die, won't he?
Dumbledore: He has enough Elixir to set his affairs in order.
Dumbledore: But yes, he will die.
Harry : How is it I got the Stone, sir?
Harry : One minute I was staring in the mirror, and the next...
Dumbledore: Ah. You see, only a person who wanted to find the Stone, find it, but not use it, would be able to get it.
Dumbledore: That is one of my more brilliant ideas.
Dumbledore: And between you and me thats saying something.
Harry : Does that mean, with the Stone gone, I mean, that Voldemort can never come back?
Dumbledore : Ah, I'm afraid there are ways in which he can return.
Dumbledore : Harry, do you know why Professor Quirrell couldn't bear to have you touch him?
Dumbledore : It was because of your mother.
Dumbledore : She sacrificed herself for you, and that kind of act leaves a mark.
Dumbledore : No, no, this kind of mark cannot be seen.
Dumbledore : It lives in your very skin.
Harry : What is it?
Dumbledore: Love, Harry, love.
Dumbledore: Ah. Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.
Dumbledore: I was most unfortunate in my youth to come across a vomit flavoured one, and since then I have lost my liking for them.
Dumbledore: But I think I could be safe with a nice toffee...
Dumbledore: Mm. Alas. Earwax.
Harry: All right there, Ron?
Ron: All right? You?
Harry: All right. Hermione?
Hermione: Never better.
Dumbledore: Another year gone.
Dumbledore: And now, as I understand it, the house cup needs awarding, and the points stand thus.
Dumbledore: In fourth place, Gryffindor with 312 points.
Dumbledore: Third place, Hufflepuff, with 352 points.
Dumbledore: In second place, Ravenclaw, with 426 points
Dumbledore: And in first place, with 472 points, Slytherin House.
Students: Whoo! Yeah!
Malfoy: Nice one, Mate!
Dumbledore : Yes, yes, well done Slytherin, well done Slytherin.
Dumbledore : However, recent events must be taken into account.
Dumbledore : And I have a few last minute points to award.
Dumbledore : To Miss Hermione Granger, for the use of cool intellect when others were in great peril, 50 points.
Harry: Good job.
Dumbledore: Second, to Mr. Ronald Weasley, for the best played game of chess that Hogwarts has seen these many years...50 points.
Dumbledore: And third, to Mr. Harry Potter, for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house 60 points.
Hermione: We're tied with Slytherin!
Dumbledore: And finally, it takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends.
Dumbledore: I award 10 points to Neville Longbottom.
Dumbledore: Assuming that my calculations are correct, I believe that a change of direction is in order.
Dumbledore: Gryffindor wins the House Cup!
Hagrid: Yes!
Seamus: Yeah! We won!!
Hagrid: Come on now, hurry up. You'll be late.
Hagrid: Train's leaving.
Hagrid: Go on. Go on. Come on. Hurry up.
Hermione: Come on, Harry.
Harry: One minute.
Hagrid: Thought you were leaving without saying good-bye, didja?
Hagrid: This is for you.
Harry: Thanks, Hagrid.
Hagrid: Oh. Go on...on with you.
Hagrid: Oh, listen, Harry, if that dolt of a cousin of yours, Dudley, gives you any grief, you could always, um, threaten him with a nice pair of ears to go with that tail of his.
Harry: But Hagrid, we're not allowed to do magic away from Hogwarts. You know that.
Hagrid: I do. But your cousin don't, do he? Eh? Off you go.
Hermione: Feels strange to be going home, doesn't it?
Harry: I'm not going home. Not really.
HARRY : I can’t let you out, Hedwig.
HARRY : I’m not allowed to use magic outside of school.
HARRY : Besides, if Uncle Vernon…
VERNON: Harry Potter!
HARRY: Now you’ve done it.
PETUNIA: He’s in there. Vernon...
UNCLE VERNON: I’m warning you, if you can’t control that bloody bird it’ll have to go.
HARRY: But she’s bored!
HARRY: If I could only let out for an hour or two
VERNON: Huh, huh! So you could send secret messages to you freaky little friends. No, sir!