HARRY POTTER AND THE CHAMBER OF SECRET [2002]

The Chamber Of Secrets Has Opened

Uncle Vernon: Now, let's go over our schedule once again, shall we?

Petunia, when the Masons arrive, you will be...?

Aunt Petunia: In the lounge, waiting to welcome them graciously to our home.

Uncle Vernon: Good.

And Dudley, you will be...?

Dudley: I'll be waiting to open the door.

Uncle Vernon: Excellent.

[to Harry] And you?

Harry: I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending that I don't exist.

Uncle Vernon: Too right you will.

Dobby: Harry Potter, such an honor it is.

 Harry: Who're you?

Dobby: Dobby, sir. Dobby, the house-elf.

Dobby: Dobby had to come.

Dobby has to protect Harry Potter, to warn him.

Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year.

There is a plot, a plot to make most terrible things happen.

Harry: What terrible things? Who's plotting them?

Dobby: Urgh, can't say!

Lucius: Your scar is legend.

As, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you.

Harry: Voldemort killed my parents.

He was nothing more than a murderer.

Lucius: You must be very brave to mention his name... or very foolish.

Hermione: Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself.

Hermione: He called me a Mudblood.

Hagrid: He did not!

Harry: What's a Mudblood?

Hermione: It means "dirty blood".

Mudblood's a foul name for someone who's Muggle-born.

Someone with no magic parents.

Someone like me.

It's not a term one usually hears in civilized conversation.

Hermione: Professor, I was wondering if you could tell us about the Chamber of Secrets.

Prof. McGonagall: Very well. 

You all know of course that Hogwarts was founded over a thousand years ago, 

by the 4 greatest witches and wizards of the age:

Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin.

Now, 3 of the founders coexisted quite harmonoiusly.

One did not.

Ron: 3 guesses who.

Prof. McGonagall: Salazar Slytherin wished to be more selective about the students admitted to Hogwarts.

He believed magical learning should be kept within all magic families.

In other words, pure-bloods.

Unable to sway the others, he decided to leave the school.

Now, according to legend, Slytherin had built a hidden chamber in this castle,

 known as the Chamber of Secrets.

 Though, shortly before departing, he sealed it, 

until that time when his own true heir returned to the school.

The heir alone would be able to open the chamber, and unleash the horror within,

and by so doing purge the school of all those who in Slytherin's view, were unworthy to study magic.

Hermione: Muggle-borns.

Prof. McGonagall: Naturally, the school has been searched many times.

No such chamber has been found.

Hermione: Professor, what exactly does legend tell us lies within the chamber?

Prof. McGonagall: The chamber is said to be home to something that only the heir of Slytherin can control.

It is said to be the home of a monster.

Harry, about Dobby's clothes: Why do you wear that thing, Dobby?

Dobby: This, sir?

It is a mark of the house-elf's enslavement.

Dobby can only be freed if his master presents him with clothes.

Terrible things are about to happen at Hogwars.
Harry Potter must not stay here, now that history is to repeat itself.
~Dobby

Ron: You're a Parselmouth? Why didn't you tell us?
Harry: I'm a what?
Hermione: You can talk to snakes.
Harry: I know.
I accidentally set a phyton on my cousin Dudley at the zoo once. Once.
But so what? I bet loads of people here can do it.
Hermione: No, they can't. It's not a very common gift, Harry.
This is bad.
Harry: What's bad?
If I hadn't told that snake not to attack Justin...
Ron: Owh, that's what you said to it?
Harry: You were there. You heard me.
Ron: I heard you speaking Parseltongue, snake language.
Harry: I spoke a different language? [Ron nodded] 
But I didn't realize... How can I speak a language without knowing I can?
Hermione: I don't know, Harry, but it sounded like you were egging the snake on or something.
Harry, listen to me.
There's a reason the symbol of Slytherin house is a serpent.
Salazar Slytherin was a Parselmouth.
He could talk to snakes too.
Ron: Exactly.
Now the whole school's gonna think you're his great-great-great grandson or something.
Harry: But I'm not. I can't be.
Hermione: He lived a thousand years ago.
For all we know, you could be.

My father did say this:
'It's been 50 years since the chamber was opened.'
He wouldn't tell me who opened it.
Only that they were expelled.
The last time The Chamber of Secrets was opened, a mudblood died.
So it's only a matter of time before one of them is killed this time.
As for me, I hope it's Granger.
~Draco Malfoy

If the governors desire my removal, I will of course, step aside.
However, you will find that help  will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.
~Albus Dumbledore

If anybody was looking for some stuff, 
then all they'd have to do would be to follow the spiders.
~Rubeus Hagrid

Harry: You're Aragog, aren't you?
Aragog: Yes.
Hagrid has never sent men into our hollow before.
Harry: He's in trouble.
Up at the school, there have been attacks.
They think it's Hagrid.
They think he opened The Chamber of Secrets. Like before.
Aragog: That's a lie. Hagrid never opened The Chamber of Secrets.
Harry: Then you're not the monster?
Aragog: No.
The monster was born in the castle.
I came to Hagrid from a distant land in the pocket of a traveler.
Harry: But if you're not the monster, then what did kill that girl 50 years ago?
Aragog: We do not speak of it.
It is an ancient creature we spiders fear above all others.
Harry: But have you seen it?
Aragog: I never saw any part of the castle but the box in which Hagrid kept me.
The girl was discovered in a bathroom.
When I was accused, Hagrid brought me here.

Wish you were here, Hermione.
We need you.
Now more than ever.
~Harry Potter, to petrified Hermione

Harry: The monster in The Chamber of Secrets is a basilisk.
That's why I can hear it speak.
It's a snake.
Ron: But if it kills ny looking people in the eye, why is it no one's dead?
Harry: Because no one did look it in the eye.
Not directly, at least.
Colin saw it through his camera.
Justin must have seen the basilisk through Nearly Headless Nick.
Nick got the full blast of it.
But he's a ghost, he couldn't die again.
And Hermione had the mirror.
I bet you she was using it to look around in case it came along.
Ron: And Mrs. Norris?
I'm pretty sure she didn't have a camera or a mirror, Harry.
Harry: The water.
There was water on the floor that night.
She only saw the basilisk's reflection.

Moaning Myrtile: Hello, Harry. What do you want?
Harry: To ask you how you died.
Moaning Myrtile: It was dreadful.
It happened right here in this very cubicle.
I'd hidden because Olive Hornby was teasing me about my glasses.
I was crying, and then I heard somebody come in.
Harry: Who was it, Myrtile?
Moaning Myrtile: I don't know.
I was distraught!
But they said something funny, a kind of made-up language.
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 Myrtile: I just remember seeing a pair of great, big, yellow eyes over there by that sink.

Tom Riddle: Killing mudbloods doesn't matter to me anymore.
For many months now, my new target has been you.
How is it that a baby with no extraordinary magical talent 
was able to defeat the greatest wizard of all time?
How did you escape with nothing but a scar, 
while Lord Voldemort's powers were destroyed?
Harry: Why do you care how I escaped?
Voldemort was after your time.
Tom Riddle: Voldemort is my past, present and future.

Prof. Dumbledore: I sense that something is troubling you.
Am I right, Harry?
Harry: I couldn't help but notice certain things, certain similarities between Tom Riddle and me.
Prof. Dumbledore: Well, you can speak parseltongue, Harry. Why?
Because Lord Voldemort can speak parseltongue.
If I'm not mistaken, Harry, 
he transferred some of his powers to you the night he gave you that scar.
Harry: Voldemort transferred some of his powers to me?
Prof. Dumbledore: Not intentionally, but yes.
Harry: So the Sorting Hat was right.
I should be in Slytherin.
Prof. Dumbledore: It's true.
You possess many of the qualities that Voldemort himself prizes.
Determination, resourcefulness, and if I may say so, a certain disregard for the rules.
Why, then, did the Sorting Hat place you in Gryffindor?
Harry: Because I asked it to.
Prof. Dumbledore: Exactly, Harry, exactly. Which makes you different from Voldemort
It is not our abilities that show what we truly are.
It is our choices.

Dobby: Master has given Dobby a sock.
Lucius: What? I didn't give...
Dobby: Master has presented Dobby with clothes.
Dobby is free.

You shall not harm Harry Potter.
~Dobby

Dobby: Harry Potter freed Dobby.
How can Dobby ever repay him?
Harry: Just promise me something.
Dobby: Anything, sir.
Harry: Never try to save my life again.


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HARRY POTTER AND THE SORCERER'S STONE [2001]

Let The Magic Begin

Uncle Vernon: What happened?!
Harry: I swear, I don't know.
One minute the glass were there and then it was gone, like magic.
Uncle Vernon, push him to his tiny room under the stairs: There's no such thing as magic!

 Harry: Excuse me, but who are you?
Hagrid: Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper Of Keys And Grounds at Hogwarts.
Of course you know about Hogwarts.
Harry: Sorry, no.
Hagrid: Didn't you ever wonder where your mom and dad learned it all?
Harry: Learned what?
Hagrid: You're a wizard, Harry.
Harry: I'm a what?
Hagrid: A wizard.
A good one, I'd wager, once you're trained up a little.
Harry: No, you've made a mistake.
I mean... I can't be a wizard.
I mean... I'm just Harry. Just Harry.
Hagrid: Well, Just Harry, did you ever make anything happen?
Anything you couldn't explain, when you were angry or scared?
[Hagrid hand him a letter from Hogwarts about his acceptance]
Uncle Vernon: He will not be going!
We swore we'd put a stop to all this rubbish.
Harry to Uncle Vernon: You knew?
[to Aunt Petunia] You knew all along and you never told me?
Aunt Petunia: Of course we knew, how could you not be?
My perfect sister being who she was.
My mother and father were so proud the day she got her letter.
'We have a witch in the family. Isn't it wonderful?"
I was the only one to see her for what she was.
A freak!
Then she met that Potter, and then she had you, and I knew you would be the same.
Just as strange, just as abnormal.
And then she got herself blown up and we got landed with you.
Harry: Blown up?
You told me my parents died in a car crash.
Hagrid: A car crash?
A car crash killed Lily and James Potter?
Aunt Petunia: We had to say something.
Hagrid: It's an outrage! A scandal!
Uncle Vernon: He'll not be going.
Hagrid: And I suppose a great muggle like you is going to stop him, are you?
Harry: Muggle?
Hagrid: Non-magic folk.
This boy had his name down since he were born.
He's going to the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world.
And, he will be under the finest headmaster Hogwarts has ever seen, Albus Dumbledore.
Uncle Vernon: I will not pay to have a crackpot old fool teach him magis tricks.
Hagrid: Never insult Albus Dumbledore in front of me.

 Harry: "All students must be equipped with one standard size 2 pewter cauldron 
and may bring, if they desire, either an owl, a cat or a toad."
Can we find all these in London?
Hagrid: If you know where to go.

Hagrid: See, Harry? You're a famous.
Harry: But why am I famous, Hagrid?
All those people back there, how is it they know who I am?
Hagrid: I'm not sure I'm the right person to tell you that.

Mr. Ollivander, after handed Harry a wand: Curious. Very curious.
Harry: Sorry, but what's curious?
Mr. Ollivander: I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter.
It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather resides in your wand, gave another feather.
Just one other.
It is curious that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave you that scar.
[point to Harry's scar on his forehead]
Harry: And who owned that wand?
Mr. Ollivander: We do not speak his name.
The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter.
It's not always clear why.
But I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you.
After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things.
Terrible... yes, but great.

Harry: He killed my parents, didn't he?
The one who gave me this. [touch his forehead]
You know, Hagrid. I know you do.
Hagrid: First, and understand this because it's very important: not all wizards are good.
Some of them go bad.
A few years ago there was one wizard who went as bad as you can go.
His name was V--
His name was V--
Harry: Maybe if you wrote it down?
Hagrid: No, I can't spell it.
All right, [whispering] Voldemort.
Harry: Voldemort?
Hagrid: It was dark times, Harry, dark times.
Voldemort started to gather some followers, brought them over to the dark side.
Anyone that stood up to him ended up dead.
Your parents fought against him.
But nobody lived once he decided to kill them.
Nobody. Not one. Except you.
Harry: Me? Voldemort tried to kill me?
Hagrid: Yes.
That ain't no ordinary cut on your forehead, Harry.
A mark like that only comes from being touched by a curse, an evil curse.
Harry: What happened to V--... To-You-Know-Who?
Hagrid: Well, some say he died.
Codswallop, in my opinion.
Nope, I reckon he's out there still... too tired to carry on.
But one thing's certain.
Something about you stumped him that night.
That's why you're famous.
That's why everybody knows your name.
You're the boy who lived.

Welcome to Hogwarts.
In a few moment, you'll pass through these doors and join your classmates.
But before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses.
They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.
While you're here, your house will be like your family.
Your triumphs will earn you points.
Any rule-breaking and you will lose points.
At the end of the year, the house with the most points wins the house cup.
~Prof. Minerva McGonagall

Draco: You'll soon find out wizarding families are better than others.
You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort.
I can help you there.
[handed him his hand, but Harry refuse to shake]
Harry: I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thank's.

Prof. Snape: Mr. Potter, our new celebrity.
Tell me, what would I get if I added root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?
[Hermione raise her hand, while Harry shake his head]
You don't know?
Let's try again.
Where would you look if I asked you to find a bezoar?
[Hermione raise her hand again]
Harry: I don't know, sir.
Prof. Snape: And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?
[Hermione still raise her hand]
Harry: I don't know, sir.
Prof. Snape: Pity.
Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?
Harry: Clearly, Hermione knows.
Seems a pity not to ask her.

Oliver: Quidditch is easy enough to understand.
Each team has 7 players: 3 chasers, 2 beaters, 1 keeper and a seeker, that's you.
[open up a trunk, get a bigger ball and throw it to Harry]
There are 3 kinds of balls.
This one's called The Quaffle.
The chasers handle the quaffle and try to put it through one of those 3 hoops.
The keeper, that's me, defends the hoops.
With me so far?
Harry, throw back the quaffle: I think so.
What are those? [reffering to The Bludgers]
Oliver, handed him a bat: You better take this.
[he release The Bludger] Careful now, it's coming back.
[Harry hit it] Not bad, Potter. You'd make a fair Beater.
[The bludger fly back to them, Oliver chase it and lock it again]
Harry: What was that?
Oliver: Bludger. Nasty little buggers.
But you are a Seeker.
The only thing I want you to worry about is this, The Golden Snitch.
Harry: I like this ball.
Oliver: You like it now.
Just wait, it's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see.
Harry: What do I do with it?
Oliver: You catch it, before the other team's seeker.
You catch this, the game's over.
You catch this, Potter, and we win.

Prof. Dumbledore: The happiest man on earth would look in the mirror and see only himself exactly as he is.
 Harry: So then, it shows us what we want, whatever we want.
Prof. Dumbledore: Yes, and no.
It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest and most desperate desires of our hearts.
Now you, Harry, who have never known your family, you see them standing beside you.
But remember this, Harry, this mirror gives us neither knowledge or truth.
Men have wasted away in front of it, even gone mad.

Voldemort: Harry Potter, we meet again.
Harry: Voldemort.
Voldemort: Yes. You see what I've become?
See what I must do to survive?
Live off another.
A mere parasite.
Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own.

 Harry: How do I get the stone, sir?
One minute I was staring in the mirror and...
Prof. Dumbledore: You see, only a person who wanted to find the stone, find it, but not use it, would be able to get it.
That is one of my more brilliant ideas.

Prof. Dumbledore: Harry, do you know why Prof. Quirrell couldn't bear to have you touch him?
[Harry shakes his head]
It was because of your mother.
She sacrifices herself for you.
And that kind of act leaves a mark.
[Harry touch his scar]
No, this kind of mark cannot be seen.
It lives in your very skin.
Harry: What is it?
Prof. Dumbledore: Love, Harry, love.

Hagrid: If that dolt of a cousin of yours, Dudley, gives you any grief,  
you could always threaten him with anice pair of ears to go with his tail.
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?


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