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DRACO: I didn't know you could read.
DRACO: And what are you doing down here, Weasley?
PERCY: Mind your attitude, Malfoy.
DRACO: Well, sit down.
DRACO: You'd never know the Weasleys were pure-bloods, the way they behave.
DRACO: They're an embarrassment to the wizarding world. All of them.
DRACO: What's wrong with you, Crabbe?
RON: Stomachache.
DRACO: I'm surprised the Daily Prophet hasn't done a report on all these attacks.
DRACO: I suppose Dumbledore is trying to hush it all up.
DRACO: Father always said Dumbledore was the worst thing that ever happened to this place.
HARRY: You're wrong!
DRACO: What?
DRACO: You think there's someone here who's worse than Dumbledore?
DRACO: Well? Do you?
HARRY: Harry Potter?
DRACO: Good one, Goyle.
DRACO: You're absolutely right.
DRACO: Saint Potter.
DRACO: And people actually think that he's the Heir of Slytherin?
HARRY: But then you must have some idea who's behind it all.
DRACO: You know I don't, Goyle.
DRACO: I told you yesterday.
DRACO: How many times do I have to tell you?
DRACO: Is this yours?
DRACO: But my father did say this:
DRACO: It's been 50 years since the Chamber was opened.
DRACO: He wouldn't tell me who opened it.
DRACO: Only that they were expelled.
DRACO: The last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened, a Mudblood died.
DRACO: So it's only a matter of time before one of them is killed this time.
DRACO: As for me I hope it's Granger.
DRACO: What's the matter with you two?
DRACO: You're acting very odd.
HARRY: It's his stomachache.
HARRY: Calm down.
RON: Scar!
HARRY: Hair!
DRACO: Hey! Where are you going?
RON: That was close.
HARRY: Hermione, come out.
HARRY: We've got loads to tell you.
HERMIONE: Go away.
MOANING MYRTLE: Wait till you see. It's awful.
HARRY: Hermione?
HARRY: Are you okay?
HERMIONE: Do you remember me telling you that the Polyjuice Potion was only for human transformations?
HERMIONE: It was cat hair I plucked off Millicent Bulstrode's robes.
HERMIONE: Look at my face.
RON: Look at your tail.
RON: Have you spoken to Hermione?
HARRY: She should be out of hospital in a few days when she stops coughing up fur balls.
HARRY: What's this?
RON: Yuck!
HARRY: Looks like Moaning Myrtle's flooded the bathroom.
MOANING MYRTLE: Ohh-Uhh..Come to throw something else at me?
HARRY: Why would I throw something at you?
MOANING MYRTLE: Don't ask me. Here I am, minding my own business and someone thinks it's funny to throw a book at me.
RON: But it can't hurt if someone throws something at you.
RON: I mean, it'll just go right through you.
MOANING MYRTLE: SURE! Let's all throw books at Myrtle because she can't feel it.
MOANING MYRTLE: Ten points if you get it through her stomach!
MOANING MYRTLE: Fifty points if it goes through her head!
HARRY: But who threw it at you, anyway?
MOANING MYRTLE: I don't know. I didn't see them.
MOANING MYRTLE: I was just sitting in the U-bend, thinking about death and it fell through the top of my head.
MOANING MYRTLE: Whoo-oooh-whoooo...
HARRY: """Tom Marvolo Riddle."""
HARRY: My name is Harry Potter.
DIARY: Hello Harry Potter, my name is Tom Riddle.
HARRY: Do you know anything about the Chamber of Secrets?
DIARY: Yes.
HARRY: Can you tell me?
DIARY: No. But I can show you.
DIARY: Let me take you back fifty years ago.
DIARY: 13th June..
HARRY: Excuse me.
HARRY: Could you tell me what's going on here?
HARRY: Are you Tom Riddle?
HARRY: Hello, can you hear me?
DUMBLEDORE: Riddle! Come.
TOM RIDDLE: Professor Dumbledore.
HARRY: Dumbledore?
DUMBLEDORE: It is not wise to be wandering around this late hour, Tom.
TOM RIDDLE: Yes, professor. I suppose I...
TOM RIDDLE: I had to see for myself if the rumors were true.
DUMBLEDORE: I'm afraid they are, Tom.
DUMBLEDORE: They are true.
TOM RIDDLE: About the school as well?
TOM RIDDLE: I don't have a home to go to.
TOM RIDDLE: They wouldn't really close Hogwarts, would they, professor?
DUMBLEDORE: I understand, Tom, but I'm afraid Headmaster Dippet may have no choice.
TOM RIDDLE: Sir, if it all stopped, if the person responsible was caught...
DUMBLEDORE: Is there something you wish to tell me?
TOM RIDDLE: No, sir. Nothing.
DUMBLEDORE: Very well, then. Off you go.
TOM RIDDLE: Good night, sir.
HAGRID: Let's get you out of there.
TOM RIDDLE: Evening, Hagrid.
TOM RIDDLE: I'm going to have to turn you in Hagrid