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RON: You can't go now. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: I must say, when I took the job, there was nothing in the description... |
HARRY: You're running away? |
HARRY: After all you did in your books? |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Books can be misleading. |
HARRY: You wrote them. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: My dear boy, use your common sense. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: My books wouldn't have sold as well if people didn't think I'd done those things. |
HARRY: You're a fraud. |
HARRY: You've been taking credit for what other wizards have done. |
RON: Is there anything you can do? |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Yes, now you mention it. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: I'm rather gifted with Memory Charms. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Otherwise, all those wizards would have gone blabbing. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: I'd never have sold another book. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: In fact, I'm going to have to do the same to you. |
HARRY: Don't even think about it. |
MOANING MYRTLE: Who's there? |
MOANING MYRTLE: Hello, Harry. |
MOANING MYRTLE: What do you want? |
HARRY: To ask you how you died. |
MOANING MYRTLE: It was dreadful. |
MOANING MYRTLE: It happened right here in this very cubicle. |
MOANING MYRTLE: I'd hidden because Olive Hornby was teasing me about my glasses. |
MOANING MYRTLE: I was crying, and then I heard somebody come in. |
HARRY: Who was it, Myrtle? |
MOANING MYRTLE: I don't know. I was distraught! |
MOANING MYRTLE: But they said something funny, a kind of made-up language. |
MOANING MYRTLE: And I realized it was a boy, so I unlocked the door to tell him to go away and I died. |
HARRY: Just like that? How? |
MOANING MYRTLE: I just remember seeing a pair of great, big, yellow eyes over there by that sink. |
HARRY: This is it. |
HARRY: This is it, Ron. I think this is the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets. |
RON: Say something. |
RON: Harry say something in Parseltongue! |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Excellent, Harry. Good work. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Well, then, I'll just be... |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: There's no need for me to stay. |
HARRY: Yes, there is. |
HARRY: You first. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Now, boys, what good will it do? |
RON: Better you than us. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: But... Obviously, yes. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Sure you don't want to test it first? |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: It's really quite filthy down here. |
HARRY: All right. Let's go. |
MOANING MYRTLE: Oh, Harry? |
MOANING MYRTLE: If you die down there, you're welcome to share my toilet. |
HARRY: Thanks, Myrtle. |
HARRY: Now, remember: Any sign of movement, close your eyes straightaway. |
RON: Go on. |
HARRY: This way. |
RON: What's this? |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: It looks like a snake. |
HARRY: It's a snake skin. |
RON: Bloody hell. |
RON: Whatever shed this must be 60 feet long. Or more. |
RON: Heart of a lion, this one. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: The adventure ends here, boys. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: But don't fret. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: The world will know our story. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: How I was too late to save the girl. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: How you two tragically lost your minds at the sight of her mangled body. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: So...You first, Mr. Potter. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Say goodbye to your memories. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Obliviate! |
RON: Harry! Harry |
HARRY: Ron! Ron, are you okay? |
RON: I'm fine. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Hello. Who are you? |
RON: Ron Weasley. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Really? |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: And who am I? |
RON: Lockhart's Memory Charm backfired. |
RON: He hasn't got a clue who he is. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: It's an odd sort of place, isn't it? |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Do you live here? |
RON: No. |
GILDEROY LOCKHART: Really? |
RON: What do I do now? |
HARRY: You wait here and try and shift some of this rock so we can get back through. |
HARRY: I'll go on and find Ginny. |
RON: Okay. |
HARRY: Ginny! Ginny, please don't be dead. |
HARRY: Wake up, wake up. |
HARRY: Please wake up. |
TOM RIDDLE: She won't wake. |
HARRY: Tom. Tom Riddle. |
HARRY: What do you mean, she won't wake? |
HARRY: She's not...? |
TOM RIDDLE: She's still alive, but only just. |
HARRY: Are you a ghost? |
TOM RIDDLE: A memory preserved in a diary for 50 years. |
HARRY: She's cold as ice. |
HARRY: Ginny, please don't be dead. Wake up. |
HARRY: You've got to help me, Tom. |
HARRY: There's a basilisk. |
TOM RIDDLE: It won't come until it's called. |
HARRY: Give me my wand, Tom. |
TOM RIDDLE: You won't be needing it. |
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