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Did you know, sir? Then? :
Did I know that I just met the most dangerous dark wizard of all time? No.
[after Harry confusedly finishes viewing a memory from Dumbledore's pensieve] Confused? I'd be surprised if you weren't. :
Well, I don't understand. What happened? :
This is perhaps the most important memory I've collected. It is also a lie. This memory has been tampered with by the same person whose memory it is, our old friend, Professor Slughorn. :
But why would he tamper with his own memory? :
I suspect he's ashamed of it. :
Why, indeed? I asked you to get to know Professor Slughorn, and you have done so. Now I want you to persuade him to divulge his true memory any way you can. :
I don't know him that well, sir. :
This memory is everything. Without it, we are blind. Without it, we leave the fate of our world to chance. You have no choice. You must not fail.
You must be wondering why I brought you here. :
Actually sir, after all these years I just sort of go with it.
This is beyond anything I have imagined.
[about Hermione] Are you and her...? :
Oh no, no, no. I mean, she's brilliant, but we're friends.
[in the hospital wing, Ron stirs] :
Ah! See? He senses my presence.
[leans down] :
Don't worry, Won-Won! I'm here. I'm here. :
[croaks] Her... my... nee. Hermione...
[Hermione takes Ron's hand. Lavender runs out, sobbing. Awkward silence] :
Oh, to be young and to feel love's keen sting.
But, Sir, I thought we weren't allowed to apparate on Hogwarts' grounds. :
Well, being me... has its privileges.
Ah, Harry... you need a shave, my friend.
[holding up a Muggle magazine] Horace, do you mind if I take this? I do love knitting patterns.
[walking into the astronomy tower followed by Death Eaters] Well look what we have here. Dumbledore wandless, alone and cornered in his own castle! Well done, Draco! :
Good evening, Bellatrix. I think introductions are in order. :
Love to, Albus, but I'm afraid we're on a bit of a tight schedule.
[to Draco] :
He doesn't have the stomach, like his father. Let me finish him in my own way. :
No! The Dark Lord was clear, the boy's to do it.
Draco, years ago I knew a boy who made all the wrong choices. Please let me help you! :
[crying] I don't need your help! Don't you understand? I have to do this! I have to kill you... or he's gonna kill me!
[talking about Tom Riddle in the Great Hall] Every day, every hour, this very minute, perhaps, dark forces attempt to penetrate this castle's walls.
But in the end, their greatest weapon... is you.
Take my arm.
[apparates] :
I just apparated, didn't I? :
Indeed. Quite successfully, I might add. Most people vomit their first time. :
[dry-heaving] I can't imagine why.
[after exposing Slughorn's disguise] :
I must say, Horace, you make a very convincing armchair. :
Oh, thank you. It's all in the upholstry.
[pats his stomach] :
I come about the stuffing naturally.
Has it ever crossed your brilliant mind that I don't want to do this anymore? :
Whether it has or it hasn' you gave me your word.
Severus... please... :
[Pointing his wand at Dumbledore] Avada Kedavra!
[Light shoots out of his wand, killing Dumbledore]
I must admit to some confusion receiving your letter, Professor Dumbledore. In all the years Tom's been here, he's never once had a family visitor. There have been... incidents with the other children. Nasty things.
[opens the door] :
Tom? You have a visitor. :
How do you do, Tom? :
[without turning around] Go.
[cut to a short time later, as Dumbledore sits opposite Tom] :
You're the doctor, aren't you? :
No, I'm a professor. :
I don't believe you. She wants me looked at. They think I'm... different. :
Well, perhaps they're right. :
I'm not mad. :
Hogwarts is not a place for mad people. Hogwarts is a school. A school of magic. You can do things can't you, Tom? That other children can't. :
I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what I want without training them. I can make bad things happen to people who are mean to me. I can make them hurt, if I want... Who are you? :
Well, I'm like you, Tom. I'm different. :
[Dumbledore turns and looks at the wardrobe, which bursts into flames. Something rattles on the inside] :
I think there's something in the wardrobe trying to get out, Tom.
[Tom opens the wardrobe, and dumps out the contents] :
Thievery is not tolerated at Hogwarts, Tom. At Hogwarts you will be taught not only how to use magic, but how to control it. Do you understand me?
[Dumbledore starts to leave] :
I can speak to snakes, too. They find me... whisper things.
[Dumbledore stops, looking surprised] :
Is that normal, for someone like me?
[as Draco tries to muster the nerve to kill him] Draco... you are no assassin.
Do you know who I am? Do you? :
Albus Dumbledore. :
Are you Alastor Moody? :
This can't go on Albus. First the dark mark, now this? :
What do you suggest Minerva? :
Put an end to it! Don't let Potter compete! :
You heard Barty. The rules are clear. :
Well the devil with Barty and his rules! And since when did you accommodate the Ministry? :
Headmaster I too find it difficult to believe this mere coincidence, however, if we are to truly discover the meaning of these events, perhaps we should, for the time being, let them unfold. :
Do nothing? Offer him up as bait? Potter is a boy! Not a piece of meat! :
I agree with Severus. Alastor, keep an eye on Harry will you? :
I can do that. :
Don't let him know though, he must be anxious enough as it is, knowing what lies ahead. Then again, we all are.
The Goblet of Fire! Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament need only write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly! If chosen, there's no turning back. As from this moment, The Triwizard Tournament has begun!
Eternal glory! That's what awaits the student who wins The Triwizard Tournament, but to this that student must survive three tasks. Three EXTREMELY DANGEROUS tasks. , :
Your attention please. I'd like to say a few words. Eternal Glory. That is what awaits the Student who wins the Triwizard Tournament. But to do this the Student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks.
Well now that we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event: The Triwizard Tournament. The Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single student is selected to compete. Now let me be clear. If chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when I say, these contest are not for the faint-hearted. But more of that later.
For God's sake Dumbledore, what's happened? :
[crying over Cedric's body] He's back! He's back! Voldemort's back! Cedric, he asked me to bring his body back. I couldn't leave him... not there! :
It's all right, Harry... it's all right. He's home, you both are. :
[Rushing over to Professors Snape and McGonagall] Keep everybody in their seats, a boy has just been killed! The body must be moved, Dumbledore, there are too many people! :
[Pushing his way frantically through the crowd] Let me through. LET ME THROUGH! Let me through, THAT'S MY SON! That's my boy!
[He pushes Harry's hands away and leans over Cedric's body, sobbing hysterically] :
IT'S MY BOY!
[repeated line] :
At the sound of the cannon...
[cannon fires]
No spell can reawaken the dead, Harry. I trust you know that. Dark and difficult times lie ahead. Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy.
In the graveyard, my wand and Voldemort's sort of... connected. :
Priori Incantatem.
People change in the maze. Oh, find the cup if you can. B you could just lose yourselves along the way.
Harry, feel free to treat yourself to a licorice snap. But be careful, they're a wee bit sharp.
Curiosity is not a sin, Harry. However, from time to time, you should exercise caution.
[to Harry] I never liked these curtains. I set them on fire in my fourth year. Accidentally, of course.
Today we acknowledge a really terrible loss. Cedric Diggory was, as you all know, exceptionally hard working, infinitely fair-minded, and most importantly, a fierce, fierce friend. Therefore, I feel you have the right to know exactly how he died. You see, Cedric Diggory was murdered, by Lord Voldemort. The Ministry of Magic does not wish me to tell you this. But not to do so I feel would be an insult to his memory. Now the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me, and, reminds us, that though we may come from different countries and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one. In light of the recent events, the bonds of friendship made this year will be more important than ever. Remember that, and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain. You remember that, and we'll celebrate a boy who was kind, and honest, and brave, and true. Right to the very end.
Hogwarts, let's entertain our friends in the best way we can, all stand!
[the entire student body stands up as one] :
Maestro, if you will!
[Professor Flitwick and Dumbledore both begin conducting the students as they sing the school song] Hogwarts student body:
'Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy warty Hogwarts, teach us something please. Whether we be old and bald or young with scabby knees. Our heads could do with filling with some interesting stuff, for now they're bare and full or air, dead flies and bits of fluff!'
[as they are singing, the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students merely stare, as if they can't believe what they are seeing/hearing]
Send a message to Azkaban. I think they'll find they're missing a prisoner. :
[gloating] I'll be welcomed back like a hero! :
Perhaps. Personally, I've never had much time for heroes.
You wonderful boy. You brave, brave man.
Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living and above all, those who live without love.
[referring to the Thing beneath the bench] What is that, Professor? :
Something that is beyond either of our help.
I have to go back, haven't I? :
Oh, that's up to you. :
I have a choice? :
Oh, yes. We're in King's Cross, you say? I think, if you so desired, you'd be able to board a train. :
And where would it take me? :
Voldemort has the Elder Wand. :
And the snake's still alive. :
And I have nothing to kill it with.
Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.
We both know Lord Voldemort has ordered the Malfoy boy to murder me. But should he fail, I should presume the Dark Lord will turn to you. You must be the one to kill me, Severus. It is the only way. Only then will the Dark Lord trust you completely.
[Flashback of Snape killing Dumbledore] :
There will come a time when Harry Potter must be told something. But you must wait until Voldemort is at his most vulnerable. :
Must be told what?
[Shot of Snape going through the halls of the Potter house] :
On the night Lord Voldemort went to Godric's Hollow to kill Harry, and Lily Potter cast herself between them, the curse rebounded. When that happened, a part of Voldemort's soul lached itself onto the only living thing it could find. Harry himself. There's a reason Harry can speak with snakes. There's a reason he can look into Lord Voldemort's mind. A part of Voldemort lives inside him. :
So when the time comes... the boy must die? :
Yes. Yes... he must die.
[Shot of Snape collapsing at the sight of Lily's dead body] :
You've kept him alive so that he can die at the proper moment. You've been raising him like a pig for slaughter! :
Don't tell me now that you've grown to care for the boy.
[Snape casts a Patronus in the shape of a doe, just like Lily's- the same one that helped Harry find the Sword of Gryffindor in Part 1] :
Lily... after all this time?
[Shot of Snape holding Lily's body in his arms while crying] :
[after James and Lilly's deaths] The boy survives. :
He doesn't need protection, the Dark Lord is gone! :
The Dark Lord will return! And when he does, the boy will be in terrible danger! He has her eyes.
[Snape pauses in shock] :
If you truly loved her... :
No one... can know. :
That I shall never reveal the best of you, Severus?
No! Don't kill me! :
The prophecy did not refer to a women. It spoke of a boy born at the end of July. :
Yes but, he thinks its her son! He intends to hunt them down now, to kill them. Hide her, hide them all. I beg you. :
What will you give me in return, Severus? :
Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head? :
Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
After all this time? :
It does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry, and forget to live.
What happened down in the dungeon between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret. So, naturally, the whole school knows.
[about Every Flavor Beans] :
I was most unfortunate in my youth to come across a vomit-flavored one, and since then I'm afraid I've lost my liking for them. But, I think I could be safe with a nice toffee.
[eats it] :
Mm, alas, earwax.
Albus, do you really think it safe, leaving him with these people? I've watched them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are... :
The only family he has. :
This boy will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know his name. :
Exactly. He's far better off growing up away from all of that. Until he is ready.
It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies, but a great deal more to stand up to your friends.
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. And between you and me, that is saying something.
Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you that the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death.
Harry, do you know why Professor Quirrell couldn't bear to have you touch him?
[Harry shakes his head] :
It was because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you, and that kind of act leaves a mark.
[Harry reaches up to touch his scar] :
No, no. This kind of mark cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin. :
What is it? :
Love, Harry. Love.
Are the rumors true, Albus? :
I'm afraid so, Professor. The good... and the bad.
[first lines] :
[as a cat] Mraow! :
I should have known that you would be here, Professor McGonagall.
[Professor McGonagall transfigures into her human self]
[just after Buckbeak's escape] We must search the grounds! :
Search the *skies* if you must, Minister, but now I think I'll have a nice cup of tea, or a large brandy. Oh, and executioner, your services are no longer required. Thank you. :
You'll find no small glasses in *this* house.
Mysterious thing, time. Powerful, and when meddled with, dangerous. Sirius Black is in the topmost cell of the dark tower. You know the laws, Miss Granger. You must not be seen, and you would do well, I feel, to return before this last chime. If not, the consequences are too ghastly to discuss. If you succeed tonight, more than one innocent life may be spared. Three turns, should do it, I think.
[He starts to exit, turns back] :
Oh, by the way. When in doubt, I find retracing my steps to be a wise place to begin. Good luck.
[He exits] :
What the bloody hell was that all about?
Now write your name only. :
It's quite a long name.
A remarkable feat, don't you think? To enter the castle on ones own, completely undetected? :
Any theories on how he might have managed it? :
Many. Each as unlikely as the next. :
You may recall, prior to the start of term, I expressed concern about the appointment of Professor... :
Not a single person inside this castle would help Sirius Black to enter it. No, I'm quite convinced the castle is safe, and I'm more than willing to send the students back to their houses. :
What about Potter? Should he be warned? :
Perhaps, but for now let him sleep.
A child's voice, however honest and true, is meaningless to those who've forgotten how to listen.
A word of caution: dementors are vicious creatures. They will not distinguish between the one they hunt and the one who gets in their way. Therefore I must warn each and every one of you to give them no reason to harm you. It's not in the nature of a dementor to be forgiving. But you know happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, when one only remembers to turn on the light.
He's free. We did it. :
Did what? Good night.
[to Professor Snape] For in dreams, we enter a world that is entirely our own. Let him swim in the deepest ocean or glide over the highest cloud.
Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher for many years, has decided to retire in order to spend more time with his remaining limbs.
Headmaster, you've got to stop them! They've got the wrong man! :
It's true, sir! Sirius is innocent! :
It's Scabbers who did it. :
Scabbers? :
He's my rat, sir. Well he's not really a rat. Well, he was a rat, he was my brother Percy's rat, but then they gave him an owl, and I got... :
The *point* is, we know the truth. Please believe us.
Cornelius, I implore you to see reason. The evidence that the Dark Lord has returned is incontrovertible. :
[defiantly] He is not back!
[Dumbledore has arrived at Harry's trial, which was moved up] :
Oh! Albus... I see you got our notice about the time change of the hearing... :
I but by a happy mistake, I arrived at the Ministry three hours early.
16 years I've lived and taught here! Hogwarts is my home! You can't do this! :
Actually, I can.
[McGonagall arrives and tries to comfort Trelawney] :
[to McGonagall] Something you'd like to say, dear? :
Oh, there are several things I would like to say! :
[Dumbledore arrives] :
Professor McGonagall, might I ask you to escort Sybil back inside? :
[to Trelawney] Sybil, dear, this way. :
[shakes Dumbledore's hand] Oh, thank you! Thank you! :
Dumbledore, may I remind you that under the terms of Educational Decree #23, as enacted by the Minister... :
You have the right to dismiss my teachers. You do not, however, have the authority to banish them from the grounds. That power remains with the headmaster. :
[looking up at Fudge] Charges? :
The Charges to the accused are as follows: that he did willingly, and in the full knowledge of the illegality of his actions, perform a Patronus Charm in the presence of a Muggle.
[looking down at Harry that is being tortured by Voldemort in his mind] Harry... It's not how you are alike. It's how you are not...
Dawlish, Shacklebolt, you will escort Dumbledore to Azkaban to await trial for conspiracy. :
Ah, I thought we might hit this little snag. You seem to be laboring under the delusion that I am going to - what is the phrase? - come quietly.
[after Sirius' death] I know how you feel, Harry. :
No you don't.
It's my fault. :
No, the fault is mine. I knew it was only a matter of time before Voldemort made the connection between you. I thought by distancing myself from you, as I have done all year, he'd be less tempted and therefore you might be more protected. :
The prophecy said neither one can live while the other one survives. It means one of us is going to have to kill the other, in the end. :
Why didn't you tell me? :
For the same reason you tried to save Sirius. For the same reason your friends saved you. After all these years, after all you've suffered, I didn't want to cause you any more pain. I cared too much about you.
It was foolish of you to come here tonight, Tom. The Aurors are on their way. :
By which time I shall be gone, and you... shall be dead!
Don't fight him Harry, you can't win!
Witness for the defense, Albus Percival Wulfric... Brian... Dumbledore.
It is not our abilities that show what we truly are. It is our choices.
You will find that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it. :
Admirable sentiments. Shall we? Fudge? :
Come, Hagrid. Well? :
If, uh, if anybody was looking for some stuff, then all they'd have to do would be to follow the spiders. :
Yup. That would lead 'em right. That's all I have to say.
[Hagrid leaves]
You both realize, of course, that in the past few hours you have broken perhaps a dozen school rules. , :
Yes, sir. :
And that there is sufficient evidence to have you both expelled. , :
Yes, sir. :
Therefore, it is only fitting that you both receive...
Special Awards for Services to the School.
So it's true. You have returned. :
When the governors learned that Arthur Weasley's daughter was taken into the chamber, they saw fit to summon me back. :
Ridiculous! :
Curiously, Lucius, several of them were under the impression that you would curse their families if they did not agree to suspend me in the first place.
Your bird, there was nothing I could do. He just caught fire. :
Oh, and about time too. He's been looking dreadful for days. Pity you had to see him on a burning day.
[Tom watches wizards carry a dead student away] :
Riddle. Come. :
[looks upstairs and sees Dumbledore, who is fifty years younger] Professor Dumbledore. :
Dumbledore? :
It is not wise to be wandering around this late hour, Tom. :
Yes, Professor. I suppose I-I had to see for myself if the rumors were true. :
I'm afraid they are, Tom. They are true. :
About the school, as well? I don't have a home to go to. They wouldn't really close Hogwarts, would they, Professor? :
I understand, Tom. But, I'm afraid Headmaster Dippet may have no choice. :
Sir, if it all stopped. If the person responsible was caught... :
Is there something you wish to tell me? :
No, sir. Nothing. :
[he examines Riddle, but then shrugs it off] Very well, then. Off you go. :
Goodnight, sir.
(2010) (TV)
How much proof is there now! Ah-ah! What you're looking at is the corpse of Peter Pettigrew. The man thought to be killed by Sirius years ago. Can I get a time of death on this please? :
Well, I'm no coroner, but, uh, looks like he was killed ten minutes, and, uh thirty-six seconds ago. :
Thanks, Neville. How could Sirius have killed him years ago if he's only been dead for ten and a half minutes? :
Yeah! Why does he look all FRESHLY bloody. And mangled. And... dirty. :
Yeah! How'd he end up like that? Lupin! :
Yes! Probably the work of that... infamous Hogwarts... Jaguar. :
Makes sense to me! :
Yes! The Hogwarts jaguar... Responsible for so much property damage to Hogwarts this year! Especially in my office... *cough*cough* Lupin shouldn't have to pay for that... Yes... Who said that?... Probably that jaguar! Bless his soft adorable paws that he trips over when he's running to fast...
Disapparate! , , , , , , :
Ahh! Magic!
(2005) (VG)
Soon, we must all make the choice between what is right and what is easy.