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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. |
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