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2021年1月20日发(作者：伍柳)
H: I can't let you out, Hedwig. I'm not allowed to use magic outside of school. Besides, if Uncle V
ernon --

Vernon: Harry Potter!

H: Now you've done it.

Petunia : He's in there. Vernon.

V : I 'm warning you, if you can't control that bloody bird, it'll have to go.

H: But she 's bored. If I could just let her out for an hour or two --

V : So you can send secret messages to your freaky little friends? No, sir.

H: But I haven't had any messages. From any of my friends. Not one. A ll summer.

Dudley : Who would want to be friends with you?

V :I should think you'd be more grateful. We have raised you since you were a baby, given you foo
d off our table, even let you have Dudley's second bedroom... purely out of the goodness of our he
arts.

P : Not now. It's for when the Masons arrive.

V: Which should be any minute. Now. Let's go over our schedule once again , shall we? Petunia,
when the Masons arrive, you will be --

P : In the lounge(
客厅
), waiting to welcome them graciously to our home.

V: Good. And, Dudley , you will be...?

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

V : Excellent. And you?

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

V : Too right you will. With any luck, this could be the day I make the biggest deal of my career. a
nd you will not mess it up.

Dobby : Harry Potter! Such an honor it is!

H: Who are you?

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

H: I see. Not to be rude or anything, but this isn't a great time for me to have a house-elf in my bed
room.

D: Oh, yes, sir, Dobby understands. It's just that, Dobby has come to tell you...it is difficult, sir...D
obby wonders where to begin.

H : Why don't you sit down?

D: Sit down? Sit down?

H : Dobby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you or anything --

D : Offend Dobby! Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but never has he been asked to sit dow
n by a wizard, like an equal...

H: You can't have met many decent wizards then.

D : No, I haven't. That was an awful thing to say. Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!

H: Stop, Dobby. Dobby, shush. Dobby, please, stop.

V : Don't mind that. It's just the cat.

D : Bad Dobby.

H: Stop! Stop, Dobby. Please, be quiet. Are you all right?

D : Dobby had to punish himself, sir. Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, sir.

H: Your family?

D : The wizard family Dobby serves, sir. Dobby is bound to serve one family forever. If they ever
knew Dobby was here... But Dobby had to come. Dobby has to protect Harry Potter. T o 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.

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

D: Can't say.

H: Okay! I understand. You can't say
–


D: Don't make me talk. I
—


H: Dobby. Dobby, put the lamp down.

D: Bad Dobby.

V: So when they arrive at the ninth hole....

H : Give me the lamp. Dobby, stop! Let me go. Get in there and keep quiet.

V: What the devil are you doing up here?

H : I was just
—


V: You just ruined the punch line of my Japanese golfer joke.

H : Sorry.

V: One more sound and you'll wish you'd never been born, boy. And fix that door.

H : Yes, sir. See why I've got to go back? I don't belong here. I belong in your world -- at Hogwart
s. It's the only place I've got friends.

D: Friends who don't even write to Harry Potter?

H: Well, I expect they've been --hang on. How do you know my friends haven't been writing me?

D : Harry Potter mustn't be angry with Dobby -- Dobby hoped if Harry Potter thought his friends h
ad forgotten him... Harry Potter might not want to go back to school, sir...

H : Give me those. Now

D : No!

H : Dobby, get back here. Dobby, Please, No...

D: Harry Potter must say he's not going back to school.

H: I can't. Hogwarts is my home.

D: Then Dobby must do it, sir. For Harry Potter's own good.

V: It spread as far as the eye could see, all over the floor of this building. One plumber said,
k at all that water.
y nephew. He's very disturbed. Meeting strangers upsets him. That's why I kept him upstairs...... Y
ou're never going back to that school! You're never going to see those freaky friends of yours agai
n. Never!
R: Hiya, Harry.

H: Ron. Fred? George? What're you all doing here?

R: Rescuing you, of course. Now, come on, get your trunk. You better stand back. Let's go.

P : What was that? What was it?

V : Potter!

D: Dad, what's going on?

R: Come on, Harry, hurry up .Hold on, Harry!

V: Petunia, he's escaping! Oh no, boy! You and that bloody pigeon aren't going anywhere!

R : I've got you, Harry. Come here!

V: No, boy! You and that bloody pigeon aren't going anywhere.

H: Get off!

R : Drive!

V: No! No! No! No!

D: Dad!

R: By the way, Harry, happy birthday.

Fred : Come on. Think
it’d
be aii right if we had some
？
Yeah ,mum will never know

R :It's not much. But
it’s
home.

H : I think it's brilliant!

Mrs. W : Where have you been? Harry! How wonderful to see you , dear. Beds empty! No note! C
ar gone. You could've died! You could've been seen! Of course, I don't blame you, Harry ,dear.

R : They were starving him, Mum! There were bars on his window!

Mrs. W: Well, you best hope I don't put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley! Come on
，
Harry, time for a spot of breakfast. Have we are, Harry. Now, tuck in.
That’s
it. There we go

G : Mummy. Have you seen my jumper ?

Mrs. W: Yes, dear. It was on the cat.

H: Hello? What did I do?

R: Ginny. She's been talking about you all summer. A bit annoying, really.

Mr. W: Morning, Weasleys.

The Weasley : Morning,Dad.

Mr. W: What a night! Nine raids! Nine!

H : Raids?

R : Dad works in the Ministry of Magic. In the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office. Dad loves Mu
ggles, thinks they're fascinating.

Mr. W: Well now. And who are you?

H : Sorry, sir. I'm Harry, sir. Harry Potter.

Mr. W: Good Lord. Are you really? Well, Ron has told us all about you, of course. When did he ge
t here?

Mrs. W: This morning. Your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey and back last night.

Mr. W: Did you really? How did it go? I mean-- That was very wrong indeed, boys. Very wrong of
you. Now, Harry, you must know all about Muggles. Tell me, what exactly is the function of a rub
ber duck?

Mrs. W: Well, that'll be Errol with the post. Fetch it, will you, Percy, please?

R : Errol. He's always doing that.

P: Look, it's our Hogwarts letters. They've sent us Harry's as well.

Mr. W: Dumbledore must know you're here. Doesn't miss a trick, that man.

Fred : No. This lot won't come cheap. The spell books alone are very expensive.
R: Hiya, Harry.

H: Ron. Fred? George? What're you all doing here?

R: Rescuing you, of course. Now, come on, get your trunk. You better stand back. Let's go.

P : What was that? What was it?

V : Potter!

D: Dad, what's going on?

R: Come on, Harry, hurry up .Hold on, Harry!

V: Petunia, he's escaping! Oh no, boy! You and that bloody pigeon aren't going anywhere!

R : I've got you, Harry. Come here!

V: No, boy! You and that bloody pigeon aren't going anywhere.

H: Get off!

R : Drive!

V: No! No! No! No!

D: Dad!

R: By the way, Harry, happy birthday.

Fred : Come on. Think
it’d
be aii right if we had some
？
Yeah ,mum will never know

R :It's not much. But
it’s
home.

H : I think it's brilliant!

Mrs. W : Where have you been? Harry! How wonderful to see you , dear. Beds empty! No note! C
ar gone. You could've died! You could've been seen! Of course, I don't blame you, Harry ,dear.

R : They were starving him, Mum! There were bars on his window!

Mrs. W: Well, you best hope I don't put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley! Come on
，
Harry, time for a spot of breakfast. Have we are, Harry. Now, tuck in.
That’s
it. There we go

G : Mummy. Have you seen my jumper ?

Mrs. W: Yes, dear. It was on the cat.

H: Hello? What did I do?

R: Ginny. She's been talking about you all summer. A bit annoying, really.

Mr. W: Morning, Weasleys.

The Weasley : Morning,Dad.

Mr. W: What a night! Nine raids! Nine!

H : Raids?

R : Dad works in the Ministry of Magic. In the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office. Dad loves Mu
ggles, thinks they're fascinating.

Mr. W: Well now. And who are you?

H : Sorry, sir. I'm Harry, sir. Harry Potter.

Mr. W: Good Lord. Are you really? Well, Ron has told us all about you, of course. When did he ge
t here?

Mrs. W: This morning. Your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey and back last night.

Mr. W: Did you really? How did it go? I mean-- That was very wrong indeed, boys. Very wrong of
you. Now, Harry, you must know all about Muggles. Tell me, what exactly is the function of a rub
ber duck?

Mrs. W: Well, that'll be Errol with the post. Fetch it, will you, Percy, please?

R : Errol. He's always doing that.

P: Look, it's our Hogwarts letters. They've sent us Harry's as well.

Mr. W: Dumbledore must know you're here. Doesn't miss a trick, that man.

Fred : No. This lot won't come cheap. The spell books alone are very expensive.
Mrs. W: We'll manage. There's only one place we're going to get all of this. Diagon Alley. Right. H
ere we are, Harry. You go first, dear.

R: But Harry's never traveled by Floo powder before, Mum.

H : Floo powder?

Mrs. W: You go first, Ron, so that Harry can see how it's done. Yes. In you go.

R: Diagon Alley.

Mrs. W: You see? It's quite easy, dear. Don't be afraid. Come on. Come on. In you go. That's it. Mi
nd your head. That's right. Now, take your Floo powder. That's it, very good. Now, don't forget to s
peak very, very clearly.

H : Diagonally.

Mrs. W: What did he say, dear?

Mr. W: Diagonally.

Mrs. W: I thought he did.

Other: Not lost, are you, my dear?

H : I'm fine, thank you. I was just going....

Other: Come with us. We'll help you find your way back.

H : No. Please
—


Hag: Harry?

H : Hagrid!

Hag: What do you think you're doing down here? Come on. You're a mess, Harry. Skulking around
Knockturn Alley? Dodgy place. Don't want no one to see you there. People will think you're up to
no good.

H : I was lost, l-- Hang on. What were you doing down there then?

Hag: Me? I was.... I was looking for Flesh-Eating Slug Repellent. They're ruining all the school ca
bbages.

HG: Harry. Hagrid.

H : Hello, Hermione.

HG: It's so good to see you.

H : It's great to see you too.

HG: What did you do to your glasses? Oculus Reparo.

H : I definitely need to remember that one.

Hag: You'll be all right now then, Harry? Right. I'll leave you to it.

HG: Okay, bye.

H :Thank you. Bye.

HG: Come on, everyone's been so worried.

Mrs. W : Harry. Thank goodness. We'd hoped you'd only gone one grate too far.

Other: Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart.

Mrs. W: Here he is.

R: Mum fancies him.

Other: Make way there, please. Let me by, madam. Thank you. Excuse me, little girl. This is for th
e Daily Prophet.

Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart: It can't be. Harry Potter?

Other: Harry Potter! Excuse me, madam.

Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart: Nice big smile, Harry. Together, you and I rate the front page. Ladies and
gentlemen, what an extraordinary moment this is. When young Harry stepped into Flourish and Bl
otts this morning to purchase my autobiography, Magical Me . which, incidentally, is currently cel
ebrating... its 27th week atop the Daily Prophet bestseller list... He had no idea that he would,

in fact, be leaving with my entire collected works... free of charge. Now, ladies?

Mrs. W : Harry, now you give me those, and I'll get them signed. I'll bet you loved that, didn't you,
Potter?

Draco Malfoy: Famous Harry Potter. Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page.

Ginny: Leave him alone.

DM: Look, Potter. You've got yourself a girlfriend.

Lucius Malfoy: Now, now, Draco, play nicely. Mr. Potter. Lucius Malfoy. We meet at last. Forgive
me. Your scar is legend. As, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you.

H: V
oldemort killed my parents. He was nothing more than a murderer.

LM: You must be very brave to mention his name. Or very foolish.

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

LM: And you must be Miss Granger. Yes, Draco has told me all about you. And your parents. Mug
gles, aren't they? Let me see. Red hair, vacant expressions, tatty, secondhand book. You must be th
e Weasleys.

Mr. W: It's mad in here. Let's go outside.

LM: Well, well, well. Weasley senior.

Mr. W: Lucius.

LM : I do hope they're paying you overtime... but judging by the state of this, I'd say not. What's th
e use in being a disgraceto the name of wizard... if they don't even pay you well for it?

Mr. W : We have a very different idea about what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy.

LM: Clearly. Associating with Muggles. And I thought your family could sink no lower. I'll see yo
u at work.

DM: See you at school.
Mr. W: Come on.

Mrs. W: The train will be leaving any moment.

Mr. W: Fred, George, Percy, you first.

Mrs. W: Okay.

Mr. W: After you, dear.

Mrs. W: Come on, Ginny, we'll get you a seat. Hurry.

H: Let's go.

Oth: What do you two think you're doing?

H: Sorry. Lost control of the trolley. Why can't we get through?

R:I don't know. The gateway has sealed itself for some reason.

H: The train leaves at exactly 1 1 :00. We've missed it.

R: Harry, if we can't get through...maybe Mum and Dad can't get back.

H: Maybe we should just go and wait by the car.

R: The car.

H: Ron, I should tell you... most Muggles aren't accustomed to seeing a flying car.

R: Right. Oh, no! The lnvisibility Booster must be faulty.

H: Come on, then. Let's go lower. We need to find the train.

R: Okay.

H: All we need to do is catch up with the train.

R: We can't be far behind.

H: Do you hear that?

R: We must be getting close.

H: Hold on.

R: Harry!

H : Hold on!

R: Take my hand! Hold on!

H: I'm trying. Your hand's all sweaty.

H: I think we found the train.

R: Yeah. Welcome home.

H: Up! Up!

R: It's not working!

H: Up! Ron, mind that tree!

R: Stop! Stop! Stop! My wand. Look at my wand.

H: Be thankful it's not your neck.

R: What's happening?

H: I don't know. Come on, go! Fast!

R: Scabbers, you're okay. The car! Dad's gonna kill me.

H: See you, Hedwig. So a house-elf shows up in my bedroom... we can't get through the barrier to
platform 9 3/4 ...we almost get killed by a tree.... Clearly someone doesn't want me here this year.

F: Well, take a good look, lads. This night might well be the last you spend in this castle. Oh, dear,
we are in trouble.

S: You were seen by no less than seven Muggles. Do you have any idea how serious this is?

You have risked the exposure of our world. Not to mention the damage you inflicted on a Whompi
ng Willow...that's been on these grounds since before you were born.

R: Honestly, Professor Snape, I think it did more damage to us.

S: Silence. I assure you that were you in Slytherin, and your fate rested with me......the both of you
would be on the train home tonight. As it is--

D: They are not.

H: Professor Dumbledore. Professor McGonagall.

S : Headmaster...these boys have flouted the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Wizardry. As
such--

D:-I am well aware of our bylaws, Severus...having writtenquite a few of them myself.

However, as head of Gryffindor house...it is for Professor McGonagall to determine the appropriat
e action.

R: We'll go and get our stuff, then.

Mc: What are you talking about, Mr. Weasley?

R: You're going to expel us, aren't you?

Mc: Not today, Mr. Weasley...but I must impress on both of you the seriousness of what you have
done. I will be writing to your families tonight, and you will both receive detention.
Professor Sprout : Morning, everyone. Good morning, everyone.

Student: Good morning, Professor Sprout.

PS: Welcome to Greenhouse Three, second years. Gather around, everyone. T oday we're going to
re-pot Mandrakes. Who here can tell me the properties of the Mandrake root? Yes, Miss Granger?

HG: Mandrake, or Mandragora is used to return those who have been Petrified to their original sta
t. It's also quite dangerous. The Mandrake's cry is fatal to anyone who hears it.

PS: Excellent. Ten points to Gryffindor. As our Mandrakes are still only seedlings...their cries won'
t kill you yet. But they could knock you out for several hours, which is why I have given you earm
uffs... for auditory protection. So could you please put them on, right away? Quickly. Flaps tight d
own, and watch me closely. You grasp your Mandrake firmly. You pull it sharply up out of the pot.
Got it? And now you dunk it down into the other pot and pour a little sprinkling of soil to keep hi
m warm. Longbottom's been neglecting his earmuffs.

Seamus: No, ma'am, he's just fainted.

PS: Yes, well, just leave him there. Right, on we go. Plenty of pots to go around. Grasp your Mand
rake and pull it up.


Oth: There's Nearly Headless Nick.

Sir Nicholas : Hello, Percy, Miss Clearwater.

Percy Hello, Sir Nicholas.

R:Say it. I'm doomed.

H:You're doomed.

Colin Creevey :Hi, Harry.I'm Colin Creevey. I'm in Gryffindor too.

H:Hi, Colin. Nice to meet you.

Oth:Ron, is that your owl?

R:Bloody bird's a , no.

Seamus:Look, y's got himself a Howler.

N:Go on, Ron. I ignored one from my gran once. It was horrible.

Mrs.W:Ronald Weasley!How dare you steal that car! I am absolutely disgusted!Your father's now
facing an inquiry at work...and it's entirely your fault! If you put another toe out of line... we 'll bri
ng you straight home!And, Ginny, dear, congratulations on making father and I ar
e so proud.


Gilderoy Lockhart :Let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts .

Gilderoy Lockhart...Order of Merlin, Third Class...honorary member of the Dark Force Defense L
eague...and five times winner...of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile I don't talk ab
out that.I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at , be is my job to ar
m you...against the foulest creatures known to may find yourselves facing your w
orst fears in this only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here.I must ask you not
to might provoke h pixies?

S:Freshly caught

GL:Cornish if you will, Mr. Finnegan...but pixies can be devilishly tricky little blight
's see what you make of on now, round them up. They're only pixies.

N:Please, get me down!

HG:Get off me!

H:Stop. Hold still!

GL:Peskipiksi Pesternomi!I'll ask you three to just nip the rest of them back into their cage.

R:What do we do now?

HG:Immobulus!

N:Why is it always me?
W:I spent the summer devising a whole new Quidditch 're gonna train earlier, harder a
nd --? I don't believe you think you're going, Flint?

Flint :Quidditch practice.

F: I booked the pitch for Gryffindor , Wood. I've got a note.

R:I smell trouble.

W:
wing to the need to train their new Seeker.

H:Malfoy?

M:That's that's not all that's new this year.

R:Those are Nimbus 2001 did you get those?

F:A gift from Draco's father.

M:You see, Weasley, unlike some,my father can afford the best.

HG:At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way got in on pure talent.

M:No one asked your opinion,you filthy little Mudblood.

R:You'll pay for that one, slugs!

HG:You okay, Ron?Say something.

C:Wow! Can you turn him around, Harry?

H:No, Colin, get out of the 's take him to Hagrid''ll know what to do.

Hag:This calls for a specialist's g to do but wait till it stops, I'm afraid.

out than was Ron trying to curse, anyway?

H:Malfoy. He called Hermione....Well, I don't knowexactly what it means.

HG:He called me a Mudblood.

Hag:He did not.

H:What's a Mudblood?

HG:It means
ne with non- magic e like 's not a term one usually hears in civilized conversa
tion.

Hag:See, the thing is, Harry, there are some wizards, like the Malfoy family...who think they're bet
ter than everyone else because they're pure-blood.

H:That's 's disgusting.

Hag
：
And it's codswallop to , there isn't a wizard alive today that's not half-blood
or to the point, they've yet to think of a spell that our Hermione can't
't you think on it, 't you think on it for one minute.
GL:Harry, Harry, you possibly imagine...a better way to serve detention...than by helpin
g me to answer my fan mail?

H:Not really.

GL:Fame is a fickle friend, ity is as celebrity er that.

V
oice:......to me.

H:What?

GL:Sorry?

H:That voice.

GL:V
oice?

H:Didn't you hear it?

GL:What are you talking about, Harry?I think you're gettinga bit great Scott, no wond
er. Look at the time. We've been here nearly four how the time flies when one is hav
ing fun.

H:Spooky.

V
oice:Blood.I smell me rip me kill !Kill!-Kill!

HG:Harry!

H:Did you hear it?

R:Hear what?

H:That voice.

HG:V
oice? What voice?

H:I heard it first in Lockhart' s then again just--

V
oice:It's time.

H:It's moving.I think it's going to kill.

R:Kill?

GH:Harry, wait! Not so fast!

H:Strange.I've never seen spiders act like that.

R:I don't like 's that?

HG:

H:Oh, 's Filch's 's Mrs. Norris.

M:

Fil
：
What's going on here?Go on. Make way, make ?What are you...?Mrs. Norris?You've m
urdered my cat.

H:No. No.

Fil
：
I'll kill you!

D:Argus!Argus,don’
be .Everyone will proceedto their dormitories ne except...
you three.

OTH::Ravenclaws, follow me.

GL :She's not dead, Argus.

D:She has been Petrified.

GL:Thought unlucky I wasn't there.I know exactly the countercurse that could've spared her.

D:But how she has been Petrified,I cannot say.

Fil:Ask 's him that's done saw what he wrote on the wall.

H:It's not true, sir. I swear.I never touched Mrs. Norris.

Fil:Rubbish.

S:lf I might, headmaster?Perhaps Potter and his friends were simply in the wrong place at the wro
ng r...the circumstances are suspicious.I, for one, don't recall seeing Potter at dinner.

I'm afraid that's my doing, Severus.

GL:You see, Harry was helping me answer my fan mail.

HG:That's why Ron and l went looking for him, 'd just found him when he said....

S:Yes, Miss Granger?

H:When I said I wasn't were heading back to the commonroom when we found Mrs. N
orris.

D:lnnocent until proven guilty, Severus.

Fil:My cat has been Petrified.I want to see some punishment!

D:We will be able to cure her, I understand it, Madam Sprout has a very healthy growth
of matured, a potion will be made which will revive Mrs. in the mean
time...I strongly recommend caution...to all.

HG:It's a bit strange, isn't it?

H:Strange?

HG:You hear this voice,a voice only you can hear...and then Mrs. Norris turns up

Petrified. It's just strange.

H:Do you think I should have told them?Dumbledore and the others, I mean?

R:Are you mad?

HG:No, Harry. Even in the wizarding world,hearing voices isn't a good sign.

R:She's right, you know.
Mc:Could I have your attention,please? Right. Now, today,we will be transforming animals... into
water goblets. Like so. One, two, three. Vera Verto. Now it's your would like to go first?
Mr. Weasley.

R: Vera Verto!

Mc:That wand needs replacing,Mr. Weasley. Yes, Miss Granger?

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

Mc: Very well. You all know, of course... that Hogwarts was founded over a thousand years ago...b
y the four greatest witches and wizards of the age:Godric Gryffindor,Helga Hufflepuff...Rowena R
avenclaw and Salazar , three of the founders coexisted quite harmoniously. One did
not.

R: Three guesses who.

Mc: Salazar Slytherin wished to be more selective about the students admitted to Hogwarts. He be
lieved magical learning should be kept within all-magic families. In other words, pure-bloods. Una
ble to sway the others,he decided to leave the , according to legend. Slytherin had built
a hidden chamber in this castle known as the Chamber of Secrets. Though, shortly before departin
g,he sealed it until that time when his own true Heir returned to the school. The Heir alone... woul
d 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.

HG:Muggle- borns.

Mc:Naturally, the school has been searched many times. No such chamber has been found.

HG:Professor? What exactly does legend tell us lies within the Chamber?

Mc:The Chamber is said to be home to something... that only the Heir of Slytherin can control. It i
s said to be the home... of a monster.

R:Do you think it's true? Do you think there really is a Chamber of Secrets?

HG:Yes. Couldn't you tell? McGonagall's worried. All the teachers are.

H:If there really is a Chamber of Secrets,and it really has been opened, that means
—


HG:The Heir of Slytherin has returned to Hogwarts. The question is, who is it?

R:Let's think. Who do we know who thinks all Muggle-borns are scum?

HG:lf you're talking about Malfoy

R:Of course. You heard him.

HG:I heard Malfoy, the Heir of Slytherin?

H:Maybe Ron's right, Hermione.I mean, look at his whole lot of them have been in Sly
therin for centuries.

R:Crabbe and Goyle must we could trick them into telling.

HG:Even they aren't that there might be another you, it would be difficult. No
t to mention we'd be breaking about 50 school rules...and it'll be it
Polyjuice Potion.
himself temporarily into the physical form of another.

R:You mean if Harry and I drink that stuff,we'll turn into Crabbe and Goyle?Wicked! Malfoy will
tell us anything.

HG: it's tricky. I've never seen a more complicated potion.

H:How long will it take to make?

HG:A month.

H:A month?But, Hermione,if Malfoy is the Heir of Slytherin...he could attack halfthe Muggle-bor
ns in the school by then.

HG:I it's the only plan we've got.
GL:Another goal for Slytherin!They lead Gryffindor 90 to 30.

OTH:Yeah!

M:Yeah!All right there, Scarhead?

W;Watch yourself, Harry!

H:Wood, look out!

Hag:Blimey! Harry's got himself a rogue 's been tampered with, that has.

R:I'll stop it.

HG:No! Even with a proper wand,it's too risky. You could hit Harry.

M:Training for the ballet, Potter?You'll never catch me, Potter.

HG:Let's go.

GL:Harry Potter has caught the ndor wins!

HG:Finite Incantatem!

H:Thank you.

HG:Are you okay?

H:No. I think my arm is broken.

GL:Not to worry, Harry. I will fix that arm of yours straightaway.

H:Not you.

GL:Boy doesn't know what he's won't hurt a um Emendo!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.

Hag:Broken? There's no bones left.

GL:Much more flexible, though.

Pomfrey :Mr. Malfoy, stop making such a can go. Out of my have been brou
ght straight to me.I can mend bones in a heartbeat,but growing them back....

HG:You will be able to, won't you?

Pomfrey :I'll be able to, it'll be 're in for a rough night, ing
bones is a nasty do you expect?Pumpkin juice?

V
oice: to kill.

Dobby :Hello.

H:Dobby?

D:Harry Potter should have listenedto Potter should have gone back home when he
missed the train.

H:It was you. You stopped the barrierfrom letting Ron and me through.

D:Indeed. Yes, sir.

H:You nearly got Ron and me expelled.

D:At least you would be away from Potter must go thought his Bludger
would be enough to make Harry Potter see--

H:Your Bludger? You madethat Bludger chase after me?

D:Dobby feels most aggrieved, had to iron his hands.

H:You better clear off before my bones come back, Dobby, or I might strangle you.

D:Dobby is used to death threats, gets them five times a day at home.

H:I don't suppose you could tell me why you're trying to kill me?

D:Not kill you, kill remembers how it was before Harry Potter triumphed...o
ver house-elves were treated like vermin, course, Dobby
is still treated like vermin.

H:Why do you wear that thing, Dobby?

D:This, sir? It is a mark of the house-elf's enslavement. Dobby can only be freed if his master pres
ents him with !Terrible things are about to happen at Potter
must not stay here...now that history is to repeat itself.

H:Repeat itself? You mean this has happened before?

D:I shouldn't have said Dobby! Bad!

H:Stop it!Stop it, Dobby!Tell me. When did this happen before?Who's doing it now?

D:Dobby cannot say, sir. Dobby only wants Harry Potter to be safe.

H:No, Dobby. Tell is it?

Oth:Put him here.

Pomfrey :What happened?

D:There's been another attack.

Mc :I think he's been Petrified,Madam . Perhaps he managed to take a picture of his
can this mean, Albus?

D:It means...that our students are in great danger.

Mc:What should I tell the staff?

D:The them Hogwarts is no longer is as we feared, Chamber of Secr
ets has indeed been opened again.

HG:Again? You mean the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?

R:Of 't you see?Lucius Malfoy must have opened it when he was at school h
e's taught Draco how to do it.

HG:'ll have to wait for the Polyjuice Potion to know for sure.

R:Enlighten me. Why are we brewing this potion in broad daylight...in the middle of the girls' lava
tory?Don't you think we'll get caught?

HG:No. No one ever comes in here.

R:Why?

HG:Moaning Myrtle.

R:Who?

HG:Moaning Myrtle.

R:Who's Moaning Myrtle?

MM:I'm Moaning Myrtle.I wouldn't expect you to know would ever talk about ugly, mise
rable...moping Moaning Myrtle?

HG:She's a little sensitive.
GL:Gather round!Gather everybody see me?Can you all hear me? light of t