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HERMIONE: Exactly.
HERMIONE: But it's tricky.
HERMIONE: I've never seen a more complicated potion.
HARRY: How long will it take to make?
HERMIONE: A month.
HARRY: A month?
HARRY: But, Hermione,
HARRY: if Malfoy is the Heir of Slytherin he could attack half the Muggle-borns in the school by then.
HERMIONE: I know.
HERMIONE: But it's the only plan we've got.
LEE JORDAN: Another goal for Slytherin!
LEE JORDAN: They lead Gryffindor 90 to 30.
SLYTHERINS: Yeah! Yeah!
DRACO: All right there, Scarhead?
WOOD: Watch yourself, Harry!
HARRY: Wood, look out!
HAGRID: Blimey! Harry's got himself a rogue Bludger.
HAGRID: That's been tampered with, that has.
RON: I'll stop it.
HERMIONE: No! Even with a proper wand, it's too risky.
HERMIONE: You could hit Harry.
DRACO: Training for the ballet, Potter!!
DRACO: You'll never catch me, Potter.
HERMIONE: Let's go.
LEE JORDAN: Harry Potter has caught the Snitch.
LEE JORDAN: Gryffindor wins!
HERMIONE: Finite Incantatem!
HARRY: Thank you.
HERMIONE: Are you okay?
HARRY: No. I think my arm is broken.
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Not to worry, Harry.
GILDEROY LOCKHART: I will fix that arm of yours straight away.
HARRY: No, Not you.
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Boy doesn't know what he's saying.
GILDEROY LOCKHART: This won't hurt a bit.
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Brackium Emendo!
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Yes, well, that can sometimes happen but the point is you can no longer feel any pain, and, very clearly, the bones are not broken.
HAGRID: Broken? There's no bones left.
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Much more flexible, though.
MADAM POMFREY: Mr. Malfoy, stop making such a fuss.
MADAM POMFREY: You can go. Out of my way.
MADAM POMFREY: Should have been brought straight to me.
MADAM POMFREY: I can mend bones in a heartbeat, but growing them back...
HERMIONE: You will be able to, won't you?
MADAM POMFREY: I'll be able to, certainly.
MADAM POMFREY: But it'll be painful.
MADAM POMFREY: You're in for a rough night, Potter.
MADAM POMFREY: Regrowing bones is a nasty business.
MADAM POMFREY: What do you expect?
MADAM POMFREY: Pumpkin juice?
VOICE: Kill. Kill.!!
VOICE: Time to kill..
DOBBY: Hello.
HARRY: Dobby?
DOBBY: Harry Potter should have listened to Dobby.
DOBBY: Harry Potter should have gone back home when he missed the train.
HARRY: It was you.
HARRY: You stopped the barrier from letting Ron and me through.
DOBBY: Indeed. Yes, sir.
HARRY: You nearly got Ron and me expelled.
DOBBY: At least you would be away from here.
DOBBY: Harry Potter must go home.
DOBBY: Dobby thought his Bludger would be enough to make Harry Potter see...
HARRY: Your Bludger? You made that Bludger chase after me?
DOBBY: Dobby feels most aggrieved, sir.
DOBBY: Dobby had to iron his hands.
HARRY: You better clear off before my bones come back Dobby, or I might strangle you.
DOBBY: Dobby is used to death threats, sir.
DOBBY: Dobby gets them five times a day at home.
HARRY: I don't suppose you could tell me why you're trying to kill me?
DOBBY: Not kill you, sir.
DOBBY: Never kill you.
DOBBY: Dobby remembers how it was before Harry Potter triumphed over He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
DOBBY: We house-elves were treated like vermin, sir.
DOBBY: Of course, Dobby is still treated like vermin.
HARRY: Why do you wear that thing, Dobby?
DOBBY: This, sir? It is a mark of the house-elf's enslavement.
DOBBY: Dobby can only be freed if his master presents him with clothes.
DOBBY: Listen.
DOBBY: Listen!
DOBBY: Terrible things are about to happen at Hogwarts.
DOBBY: Harry Potter must not stay here...now that history is to repeat itself.
HARRY: Repeat itself? You mean this has happened before?
DOBBY: Oahh! I shouldn't have said that.
DOBBY: Bad Dobby! Bad!
HARRY: Stop it!
HARRY: Stop it, Dobby!
HARRY: Tell me Dobby when did this happen before?
HARRY: Who's doing it now?
DOBBY: Dobby cannot say, sir.
DOBBY: Dobby only wants Harry Potter to be safe.
HARRY: No, Dobby. Tell me.
HARRY: Who is it?
MADAM POMFREY: Put him here.
MADAM POMFREY: What happened?
DUMBLEDORE: There's been another attack.
MCGONAGALL: I think he's been Petrified, Madam Pomfrey.
MCGONAGALL: Look. Perhaps he managed to take a picture of his attacker.
MCGONAGALL: What can this mean, Albus?
DUMBLEDORE: It means that our students are in great danger.