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I can't let you out, Hedwig.
I'm not allowed to use magic outside of school.
-Besides, if Uncle Vernon-- -Harry Potter!
Now you've done it.
He's in there. Vernon?
I'm warning you, if you can't controI that bloody bird, it'll have to go.
But she's bored.
If I could only let her out for an hour or two.
So you can send secret messages to your freaky little friends? No, sir.
But I haven't had any messages from any of my friends.
Not one...
...all summer.
Who would want to be friends with you?
I should think you'd be a little more grateful.
We've raised you since you were a baby, given you the food off our table...
...even let you have Dudley's second bedroom...
...purely out of the goodness of our hearts.
-Not now. It's for when the Masons arrive. -Which should be any minute.
Now, let's go over our schedule once again, shall we?
Petunia, when the Masons arrive, you will be...?
In the lounge, waiting to welcome them graclousIy to our home.
-Good. And, Dudley, you will be...? -I'll be waiting to open the door.
Excellent.
And you?
I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending that I don't exist.
Too right, you will.
With any luck, this could be the day I make the biggest deal of my career...
...and you will not mess it up.
Harry Potter, such an honor it is.
-Who are you? -Dobby, sir. Dobby the house-elf.
Not to be rude or anything...
...but this isn't a great time for me to have a house-elf in my bedroom.
Yes, sir. Dobby understands.
It's just that Dobby has come to tell you....
It is difficult, sir. Dobby wonders where to begin.
-Why don't you sit down? -Sit down? Sit down?
Dobby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you or anything.
Offend Dobby?
Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir...
...but never has he been asked to sit down by a wizard, like an equal.
You can't have met many decent wizards then.
No, I haven't.
That was an awful thing to say.
-Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! -Stop, Dobby. Dobby, shush.
Dobby, please, stop.
Don't mind that. It's just the cat.
-Bad Dobby. -Stop! Stop, Dobby. please, be quiet.
Are you all right?
Dobby had to punish himself, sir.
Dobby aImost spoke Ill of his famlly, sir.
-Your famlly? -The wizard famlly Dobby serves, sir.
Dobby is bound to serve one famlly forever.
If they ever knew Dobby was here....
But 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 terribIe things happen.
What terribIe things? Who's plotting them?
Can't say.
-Okay, I understand. You can't say. -Don't make me taIk. I--
-Dobby. Dobby, put the lamp down. -Bad Dobby.
So when they arrive at the ninth golf hole....
Give me the lamp.
Dobby, stop!
-Let me go. -Get in there and keep quiet.
-What the devll are you doing up here? -I was just--
You just ruined the punch line of my Japanese golfer joke.
Sorry.
One more sound and you'll wish you'd never been born, boy.
-And fix that door. -Yes, sir.
See why I've got to go back?
I don't belong here. I belong in your worId, at Hogwarts.
-It's the only place I've got friends. -Friends who don't write to Harry Potter?
Well, I expect they've been....
Hang on. How do you know my friends haven't been writing to me?
Harry Potter mustn't be angry with Dobby.
Dobby hoped if Harry Potter thought his friends had forgotten him...
...Harry Potter might not want to go back to school, sir.
-Give me those. Now. -No!
Dobby, get back here.
Dobby, please, no.
Harry Potter must say he's not going back to school.
I can't. Hogwarts is my home.
Then Dobby must do it, sir, for Harry Potter's own good.
It spread as far as the eye could see, all over the floor of this bullding.
One pIumber said, ''Look at all that water.''
The second pIumber said, ''Yes, and that's just the top of it.''
I'm so sorry. It's my nephew. He's very disturbed.
Meeting strangers upsets him. That's why I kept him upstairs.
You're never going back to that school.
You're never going to see those freaky friends of yours again. Never!
Hiya, Harry.
Ron. Fred. George. What are you all doing here?
Rescuing you, of course. Now, come on, get your trunk.
You better stand back.
Let's go.
-What was that? -What was it?
Potter!
Dad, what's going on?
Go. Go. Go.
Dad, hurry up.
-Come on. -Come on, Harry, hurry up.
Petunia, he's escaping!
-I've got you, Harry. -Come here!
-Let go of me! -No, boy!
You and that bloody pigeon aren't going anywhere.
-Get off! -Drive!
-Right. -Right!
No! No! No! No!
Dad!
Damn.
By the way, Harry, happy birthday.
Come on.
Okay, come on.
-Think it'd be all right if we had some? -Yeah, Mum will never know.
It's not much, but it's home.
I think it's brllllant.
Where have you been?
Harry, how wonderful to see you, dear.
Beds empty. No note. Car gone.
You could have died. You could have been seen.
Of course, I don't blame you, Harry, dear.
They were starving him, Mum. There were bars on his window.
Well, you best hope I don't put bars on your window, RonaId WeasIey.
Come on, Harry, time for a spot of breakfast.
Here we are, Harry. Now, tuck in.
That's it. There we go.
-Mummy, have you seen my jumper? -Yes, dear, it was on the cat.
Hello.
What did I do?
Ginny. She's been taIking about you all summer. A bit annoying, really.
-Morning, WeasIeys. -Morning, Dad.
-What a night. Nine raids. Nine! -Raids?
Dad works in the Ministry of Magic, in the Misuse of Muggles Artifacts Office.
Dad loves Muggles, thinks they're fascinating.
Well, now.
And who are you?
Sorry, sir. I'm Harry, sir. Harry Potter.
Good Lord. Are you really?
Well, Ron has told us all about you, of course. When did he get here?
This morning.
Your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey and back last night.
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 functlon of a rubber duck?
Well, that'll be Errol with the post.
Fetch it, will you, Percy, please?
-ErroI. -He's aIways doing that.
Look, it's our Hogwarts letters. They've sent us Harry's as well.
Dumbledore must know you're here. Doesn't miss a trick, that man.
-No. -This lot won't come cheap.
-The spell books alone are very expensive. -We'll manage.
There's only one place we're going to get all of this. Diagon Alley.
Right.
Here we are, Harry. You go first, dear.
But Harry's never traveled by Floo powder before, Mum.
Floo powder?
You go first, Ron, so that Harry can see how it's done. Yes.
In you go.
That's it.
Diagon Alley.
You see? It's quite easy, dear. Don't be afraid. Come on.
Come on.
In you go. That's it. Mind your head.
That's right. Now, take your Floo powder.
That's it, very good.
Now, don't forget to speak very, very cIearIy.
Diagonally.
-What did he say, dear? -Diagonally.
I thought he did.
-Not lost, are you, my dear? -I'm fine, thank you. I was just going....
Come with us. We'll help you find your way back.
-No. please-- -Harry?
Hagrid!
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. PeopIe will think you're up to no good.
I was lost, I--
Hang on. What were you doing down there then?
Me? I was.... I was looking for FIesh-Eating SIug Repellent.
They're ruining all the school cabbages.
Harry. Hagrid.
Hello, Hermlone.
-It's so good to see you. -It's great to see you too.
What did you do to your glasses?
Oculus Reparo.
I definitely need to remember that one.
You'll be all right now then, Harry? Right. I'll Ieave you to it.
-Okay, bye. -Thank you. Bye.
Come on, everyone's been so worried.
Harry.
Thank goodness. We'd hoped you'd only gone one grate too far.
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Gllderoy Lockhart.
Here he is.
Mum fancies him.
Make way there, please. Let me by, madam. Thank you.
Excuse me, little girI. This is for the Daily Prophet.
It can't be. Harry Potter?
Harry Potter!
Excuse me, madam.
Nice big smlle, 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 Blotts this morning...
...to purchase my autoblography, Magical Me...
...which, incidentally, is currently celebrating...
...its 27th week atop the Daily Prophet bestseller llst...
...he had no idea that he would, in fact, be Ieaving...
...with my entire collected works...
...free of charge.
Now, ladies?
Harry, now you give me those, and I'll get them signed.
All of you wait outside. That's it.
I'll bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?
Famous Harry Potter. Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page.
Leave him alone.
Look, Potter. You've got yourself a girIfriend.
Now, now, Draco, play nicely.
Mr. Potter.
Lucius MaIfoy. We meet at last.
Forgive me.
Your scar is Iegend.
As, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you.
VoIdemort kIlled my parents.
He was nothing more than a murderer.
You must be very brave to mentlon his name.
Or very foollsh.
Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself.
And you must be Miss Granger.
Yes, Draco has told me all about you. And your parents.
Muggles, aren't they?
Let me see. Red hair, vacant expresslons...
...tatty, secondhand book.
You must be the WeasIeys.
It's mad in here. Let's go outside.
-Well, well, well. WeasIey senlor. -Lucius.
Busy time at the Ministry, Arthur, all those extra raids?
I do hope they're paying you overtime...
...but judging by the state of this, I'd say not.
What's the use in being a disgrace to the name of wizard...
...if they don't even pay you well for it?
We have a very different idea about what disgraces the name of wizard, MaIfoy.
CIearIy.
Associating with Muggles.
And I thought your famlly could sink no lower.
I'll see you at work.
See you at school.
-1 0:58. Come on. -The train will be Ieaving any moment.
Fred, George, Percy, you first.
Okay.
After you, dear.
Come on, Ginny, we'll get you a seat. Hurry.
Let's go.
-What do you two think you're doing? -Sorry.
Lost controI of the trolley.
-Why can't we get through? -I don't know.
The gateway has seaIed itself for some reason.
The train Ieaves at exactly 1 1 :00. We've missed it.
Harry, if we can't get through...
...maybe Mum and Dad can't get back.
Maybe we should just go and wait by the car.
The car.
Ron, I should tell you...
...most Muggles aren't accustomed to seeing a flying car.
Right.
Okay.
Oh, no! The InvisibIllty Booster must be faulty.
Come on, then. Let's go lower. We need to find the train.
Okay.
All we need to do is catch up with the train.
We can't be far behind.
-Do you hear that? -We must be getting close.
HoId on.
Harry!
HoId on!
Take my hand!
HoId on!
I'm trying. Your hand's all sweaty.
-I think we found the train. -Yeah.
welcome home.
Up! Up!
It's not working!
Up! Ron, mind that tree!
Stop! Stop! Stop!
-My wand. Look at my wand. -Be thankful it's not your neck.
-What's happening? -I don't know.
Come on, go! Fast!
Scabbers, you're okay.
The car!
Dad's gonna kIll me.
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 aImost get kIlled by a tree....
CIearIy someone doesn't want me here this year.
Well, take a good look, lads.
This night might well be the last you spend in this castle.
Oh, dear, we are in troubIe.
You were seen by no less than seven Muggles.
Do you have any idea how serlous this is?
You have risked the exposure of our worId.
Not to mentlon the damage you infllcted on a Whomping willow...
...that's been on these grounds since before you were born.
Honestly, Professor Snape, I think it did more damage to us.
Sllence.
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-- -They are not.
Professor Dumbledore. Professor McGonagall.
Headmaster...
...these boys have flouted the Decree for the Restrictlon of Underage Wizardry.
-As such-- -I am well aware of our bylaws, Severus...
...having written quite a few of them myself.
However, as head of Gryffindor house...
...it is for Professor McGonagall to determine the appropriate actlon.
We'll go and get our stuff, then.
What are you taIking about, Mr. WeasIey?
You're going to expel us, aren't you?
Not today, Mr. WeasIey...
...but I must impress on both of you the serlousness of what you have done.
I will be writing to your famIlles tonight, and you will both receive detentlon.
Morning, everyone.
-Good morning, everyone. -Good morning, Professor Sprout.
welcome to Greenhouse Three, second years. Gather around, everyone.
Today we're going to re-pot Mandrakes.
Who here can tell me the properties of the Mandrake root?
Yes, Miss Granger?
Mandrake, or Mandragora...
...is used to return those who have been Petrified to their originaI state.
It's aIso quite dangerous. The Mandrake's cry is fataI to anyone who hears it.
Excellent. Ten points to Gryffindor.
As our Mandrakes are stlll only seedllngs...
...their cries won't kIll you yet.
But they could knock you out for severaI hours, which is why I have given you earmuffs...
...for auditory protectlon.
So could you please put them on, right away? QuickIy.
Flaps tight down, and watch me closely.
You grasp your Mandrake firmIy.
You pull it sharpIy up out of the pot.
Got it? And...
...now you dunk it down into the other pot...
...and pour a little sprinkllng of soll to keep him warm.
Longbottom's been negIecting his earmuffs.
-No, ma'am, he's just fainted. -Yes, well, just Ieave him there.
Right, on we go. PIenty of pots to go around.
Grasp your Mandrake and pull it up.
-There's Nearly Headless Nick. -Hello, Percy, Miss Clearwater.
Hello, Sir Nicholas.
Say it. I'm doomed.
-You're doomed. -Hi, Harry.
I'm CoIlln Creevey. I'm in Gryffindor too.
Hi, CoIlln. Nice to meet you.
Ron, is that your owI?
Bloody bird's a menace.
Oh, no.
Look, everyone. WeasIey's got himself a HowIer.
Go on, Ron. I ignored one from my gran once. It was horribIe.
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 bring you straight home!
And, Ginny, dear, congratulatlons on making Gryffindor.
Your father and I are so proud.
Let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Me.
Gllderoy Lockhart...
...Order of Merlln, Third Class...
...honorary member of the Dark Force Defense League...
...and five times winner...
...of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smlle Award.
But I don't taIk about that.
I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smIllng at him.
Now, be warned.
It is my job to arm you...
...against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind.
You may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room.
Know only that no harm can befall you whllst I am here.
I must ask you not to scream.
It might provoke them.
Cornish pixies?
FreshIy caught Cornish pixies.
Laugh if you will, Mr. Finnegan...
...but pixies can be devIllshIy tricky little bllghters.
Let's see what you make of them.
Come on now, round them up. They're only pixies.
-You just stay there! -please, get me down!
-Get off me! -Stop. HoId stlll!
Peskipiksi Pesternomi!
I'll ask you three to just nip the rest of them back into their cage.
What do we do now?
Immobulus!
Why is it aIways me?
I spent the summer devising a whole new Quidditch program.
We're gonna train earller, harder and longer.
What--? I don't belleve it.
-Where you think you're going, Fllnt? -Quidditch practice.
-I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today. -Easy, Wood. I've got a note.
I smell troubIe.
''I, Professor Severus Snape, do hereby give the Slytherin team...
...permisslon to practice today, owing to the need to train their new Seeker.''
You've got a new Seeker. Who?
-MaIfoy? -That's right.
And that's not all that's new this year.
Those are Nimbus 2001 s. How did you get those?
A gift from Draco's father.
You see, WeasIey, unlike some, my father can afford the best.
At Ieast no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in.
They got in on pure taIent.
No one asked your opinlon, you fllthy little Mudblood.
You'll pay for that one, MaIfoy. Eat sIugs!
You okay, Ron?
Say something.
-Wow! Can you turn him around, Harry? -No, CoIlln, get out of the way.
Let's take him to Hagrid's.
He'll know what to do.
This calls for a specialist's equipment.
Nothing to do but wait tlll it stops, I'm afraid.
-Okay. -Better out than in.
-Who was Ron trying to curse, anyway? -MaIfoy. He called Hermlone....
Well, I don't know exactly what it means.
He called me a Mudblood.
-He did not. -What's a Mudblood?
It means ''dirty blood.'' Mudblood's a really foul name for someone who's Muggles-born.
Someone with non-magic parents. Someone like me.
It's not a term one usually hears in civIllzed conversatlon.
See, the thing is, Harry, there are some wizards, like the MaIfoy famlly...
...who think they're better than everyone else because they're pure-blood.
That's horribIe.
It's disgusting.
And it's codswallop to boot. Dirty blood.
Why, there isn't a wizard allve today that's not haIf-blood or less.
More to the point, they've yet to think of a spell that our Hermlone can't do.
Come here.
Don't you think on it, Hermlone. Don't you think on it for one minute.
Harry, Harry, Harry.
Can you possibIy imagine...
...a better way to serve detentlon...
...than by helping me to answer my fan mall?
Not really.
Fame is a fickIe friend, Harry. Celebrity is as celebrity does.
Remember that.
Come.
Come...
...to me.
-What? -Sorry?
That voice.
Voice?
-Didn't you hear it? -What are you taIking about, Harry?
I think you're getting a bit drowsy.
And great Scott, no wonder. Look at the time. We've been here Nearly four hours.
Spooky how the time flles when one is having fun.
Spooky.
Blood.
I smell blood.
Let me rip you.
Let me kill you.
Kill!
-Kill! -Harry!
-Did you hear it? -Hear what?
-That voice. -Voice? What voice?
I heard it first in Lockhart's office. And then again just--
It's time.
It's moving. I think it's going to kIll.
-KIll? -Harry, wait! Not so fast!
Strange.
-I've never seen spiders act like that. -I don't like spiders.
What's that?
''The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Enemies of the Heir, beware.''
It's written in blood.
Oh, no.
It's Fllch's cat.
It's Mrs. Norris.
''Enemies of the Heir, beware.''
You'll be next, Mudbloods.
What's going on here? Go on. Make way, make way.
Potter?
What are you...?
Mrs. Norris?
-You've murdered my cat. -No. No.
I'll kIll you.
-I'll kIll you! -Argus!
Argus, I....
Everyone will proceed to their dormitories immediately.
Everyone except...
...you three.
Ravenclaws, follow me.
She's not dead, Argus. She has been Petrified.
Thought so. So unlucky I wasn't there.
I know exactly the counter spell that could've spared her.
But how she has been Petrified, I cannot say.
Ask him. It's him that's done it.
You saw what he wrote on the wall.
It's not true, sir. I swear. I never touched Mrs. Norris.
-Rubbish. -If I might, headmaster?
Perhaps Potter and his friends were simpIy in the wrong place at the wrong time.
However...
...the circumstances are suspiclous.
I, for one, don't recall seeing Potter at dinner.
I'm afraid that's my doing, Severus.
You see, Harry was helping me answer my fan mall.
That's why Ron and I went looking for him, professor.
We'd just found him when he said....
-Yes, Miss Granger? -When I said I wasn't hungry.
We were heading back to the common room when we found Mrs. Norris.
-Innocent untll proven guilty, Severus. -My cat has been Petrified.
-I want to see some punishment! -We will be able to cure her, Argus.
As I understand it, Madam Sprout has a very healthy growth of Mandrake.
When matured, a potlon will be made which will revive Mrs. Norris.
And in the meantime...
...I strongIy recommend cautlon...
...to all.
-It's a bit strange, isn't it? -Strange?
You hear this voice, a voice only you can hear...
...and then Mrs. Norris turns up Petrified. It's just strange.
Do you think I should have told them? Dumbledore and the others, I mean?
Are you mad?
No, Harry. Even in the wizarding worId, hearing voices isn't a good sign.
She's right, you know.
Could I have your attentlon, please?
Right. Now, today, we will be transforming animaIs...
...into water goblets.
Like so.
One, two, three. Vera Verto.
Now it's your turn. Who would like to go first?
Mr. WeasIey. ''One, two, three. Vera Verto.''
Vera Verto!
That wand needs replacing, Mr. WeasIey.
-Yes, Miss Granger? -Professor...
...I was wondering if you could tell us about the Chamber of Secrets.
Very well.
You all know, of course...
...that Hogwarts was founded over a thousand years ago...
...by the four greatest witches and wizards of the age:
Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff...
...Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin.
Now, three of the founders coexisted quite harmonlousIy.
-One did not. -Three guesses who.
Salazar Slytherin wished to be more selective...
...about the students admitted to Hogwarts.
He belleved magicaI Iearning should be kept within all-magic famIlles.
In other words, pure-bloods.
Unable to sway the others, he decided to Ieave the school.
Now, according to Iegend...
...Slytherin had bullt a hidden chamber in this castle...
...known as the Chamber of Secrets.
Though, shortly before departing, he seaIed it...
...untll that time when his own true Heir returned to the school.
The Heir alone...
...would be able to open the Chamber...
...and unIeash the horror within, and by so doing...
...purge the school of all those who...
...in Slytherin's view, were unworthy to study magic.
Muggles-borns.
Naturally, the school has been searched many times.
No such chamber has been found.
Professor? What exactly does Iegend tell us lles within the Chamber?
The Chamber is said to be home to something...
...that only the Heir of Slytherin can controI.
It is said to be the home...
...of a monster.
Do you think it's true? Do you think there really is a Chamber of Secrets?
Yes. Couldn't you tell? McGonagall's worried. All the teachers are.
If there really is a Chamber of Secrets, and it really has been opened, that means--
The Heir of Slytherin has returned to Hogwarts. The questlon is, who is it?
Let's think. Who do we know who thinks all Muggles-borns are scum?
-If you're taIking about MaIfoy-- -Of course. You heard him.
''You'll be next, Mudbloods.''
I heard him. But MaIfoy, the Heir of Slytherin?
Maybe Ron's right, Hermlone. I mean, look at his famlly.
The whole lot of them have been in Slytherin for centuries.
Crabbe and GoyIe must know. Maybe we could trick them into telllng.
Even they aren't that thick. But there might be another way.
Mind you, it would be difficult.
Not to mentlon we'd be breaking about 50 school rules...
...and it'll be dangerous. Very dangerous.
Here it is. The PoIyjuice Potlon.
''ProperIy brewed, the PoIyjuice Potlon allows the drinker...
...to transform himself temporarlly into the physicaI form of another.''
You mean if Harry and I drink that stuff, we'll turn into Crabbe and GoyIe?
-Wicked! MaIfoy will tell us anything. -Exactly.
But it's tricky. I've never seen a more compllcated potlon.
-How long will it take to make? -A month.
A month?
But, Hermlone, if MaIfoy is the Heir of Slytherin...
...he could attack haIf the Muggles-borns in the school by then.
I know.
But it's the only plan we've got.
Another goaI for Slytherin!
They Iead Gryffindor 90 to 30.
Yeah!
All right there, Scarhead?
Watch yourself, Harry!
Wood, look out!
Bllmey! Harry's got himself a rogue BIudger.
That's been tampered with, that has.
I'll stop it.
No! Even with a proper wand, it's too risky. You could hit Harry.
Training for the ballet, Potter?
You'll never catch me, Potter.
Let's go.
Harry Potter has caught the Snitch. Gryffindor wins!
Finite Incantatem!
-Thank you. -Are you okay?
No. I think my arm is broken.
Not to worry, Harry. I will fix that arm of yours straightaway.
-Not you. -Boy doesn't know what he's saying.
This won't hurt a bit.
Brackium Emendo!
Yes, well, that can sometimes happen...
...but the point is...
...you can no longer feel any pain, and, very cIearIy, the bones are not broken.
Broken? There's no bones Ieft.
Much more flexibIe, though.
Mr. MaIfoy, stop making such a fuss. You can go. Out of my way.
Should have been brought straight to me.
I can mend bones in a heartbeat, but growing them back....
You will be able to, won't you?
I'll be able to, certainIy. But it'll be painful.
You're in for a rough night, Potter. Regrowing bones is a nasty business.
What do you expect? Pumpkin juice?
Kill.
Time to kill.
Hello.
Dobby?
Harry Potter should have llstened to Dobby.
Harry Potter should have gone back home when he missed the train.
It was you. You stopped the barrier from letting Ron and me through.
Indeed. Yes, sir.
-You Nearly got Ron and me expelled. -At Ieast you would be away from here.
Harry Potter must go home.
Dobby thought his BIudger would be enough to make Harry Potter see--
Your BIudger? You made that BIudger chase after me?
Dobby feels most aggrieved, sir.
Dobby had to iron his hands.
You better cIear off before my bones come back, Dobby, or I might strangIe you.
Dobby is used to death threats, sir. Dobby gets them five times a day at home.
I don't suppose you could tell me why you're trying to kIll me?
Not kIll you, sir. Never kIll you.
Dobby remembers how it was before Harry Potter triumphed...
...over He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
We house-elves were treated like vermin, sir.
Of course, Dobby is stlll treated like vermin.
Why do you wear that thing, 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.
Listen.
Listen!
TerribIe things are about to happen at Hogwarts.
Harry Potter must not stay here...
...now that history is to repeat itself.
Repeat itself? You mean this has happened before?
I shouldn't have said that.
-Bad Dobby! Bad! -Stop it!
Stop it, Dobby!
Tell me. When did this happen before? Who's doing it now?
Dobby cannot say, sir. Dobby only wants Harry Potter to be safe.
No, Dobby. Tell me. Who is it?
Put him here.
-What happened? -There's been another attack.
I think he's been Petrified, Madam Pomfrey.
Look. Perhaps he managed to take a picture of his attacker.
What can this mean, AIbus?
It means...
...that our students are in great danger.
-What should I tell the staff? -The truth.
Tell them Hogwarts is no longer safe.
It is as we feared, Minerva.
The Chamber of Secrets has indeed been opened again.
Again? You mean the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?
Of course. Don't you see?
Lucius MaIfoy must have opened it when he was at school here.
-Now he's taught Draco how to do it. -Maybe.
We'll have to wait for the PoIyjuice Potlon to know for sure.
Enllghten me. Why are we brewing this potlon in broad dayllght...
...in the middIe of the girIs' lavatory? Don't you think we'll get caught?
No. No one ever comes in here.
-Why? -Moaning Myrtle.
Who?
Moaning Myrtle.
-Who's Moaning Myrtle? -I'm Moaning Myrtle.
I wouldn't expect you to know me.
Who would ever taIk about ugIy, miserable...
...moping Moaning Myrtle?
She's a little sensitive.
Gather round!
Gather round. Can everybody see me?
Can you all hear me?
Excellent.
In llght of the dark events of recent weeks...
...Professor Dumbledore has granted me permisslon to start this Duellng CIub...
...to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourselves...
...as I myself have done on countless occaslons.
For full detalls, see my publlshed works.
Let me introduce my assistant...
...Professor Snape.
He has sportingIy agreed to help with a short demonstratlon.
I don't want any of you youngsters to worry.
You'll stlll have your Potlons master when I'm through with him. Never fear.
One.
Two.
-Three! -Expelllarmus!
-Do you think he's all right? -Who cares?
An excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape...
...but if you don't mind me saying, it was pretty obvlous what you were about to do.
If I had wanted to stop you, it would have been only too easy.
Perhaps it would be prudent to first teach the students...
...to block unfriendIy spells, professor.
An excellent suggestlon, Professor Snape.
Let's have a voIunteer pair. Potter, WeasIey, how about you?
WeasIey's wand causes devastatlon with the simpIest spells.
We'll be sending Potter to the hospitaI wing in a matchbox.
Might I suggest someone from my own house?
MaIfoy, perhaps?
-Good luck, Potter. -Thank you, sir.
Wands at the ready.
-Scared, Potter? -You wish.
On the count of three...
...cast your charms to disarm your opponent. only to disarm.
We don't want any accidents here. One.
-Two. -Everte Statum!
Rictusempra!
I said disarm only.
Serpensortia!
Don't move, Potter. I'll get rid of it for you.
Allow me, Professor Snape. Alarte Ascendare!
Vipera Evanesca.
What are you playing at?
You're a Parselmouth? Why didn't you tell us?
-I'm a what? -You can taIk to snakes.
I know. I accidentally set a python on my cousin Dudley at the zoo once.
Once. But so what? I bet loads of peopIe here can do it.
No, they can't. It's not a very common gift, Harry.
This is bad.
What's bad? If I hadn't told that snake not to attack Justin--
-That's what you said to it. -You were there. You heard me.
I heard you speaking Parseltongue. Snake language.
I spoke a different language?
But I didn't reallze--
How can I speak a language without knowing I can?
I don't know, but it sounded like you were egging the snake on or something.
Harry, llsten to me.
There's a reason the symboI of Slytherin house is a serpent.
Salazar Slytherin was a Parselmouth. He could taIk to snakes too.
Exactly.
Now the whole school's gonna think you're his great-great-great grandson.
But I'm not.
I can't be.
He llved a thousand years ago.
For all we know, you could be.
I'll see you back in the common room.
I want blood.
They all must die.
Kill.
Time to kill.
Caught in the act.
I'll have you out this time, Potter.
Mark my words.
No. Mr. Fllch! You don't understand--
Professor...
...I swear I didn't.
This is out of my hands, Potter.
Professor Dumbledore will be waiting for you.
Sherbet Lemon.
Professor Dumbledore?
Bee in your bonnet, Potter?
I was just wondering if you put me in the right house.
Yes. You were particularIy difficult to place.
But I stand by what I said last year.
You would have done well in Slytherin.
You're wrong.
Harry?
Professor.
Your bird.... There was nothing I could do.
-He just caught fire. -And about time too.
He's been looking dreadful for days.
Pity you had to see him on a burning day.
Fawkes is a phoenix, Harry.
They burst into flame when it is time for them to die...
...and then they are...
...reborn from the ashes.
Fascinating creatures, phoenixes.
They can carry immensely heavy loads.
Their tears have heallng powers.
Professor Dumbledore, sir! Wait! Listen!
Professor Dumbledore, sir, it wasn't Harry.
I'd be prepared to swear it in front of the Ministry of Magic.
Relax.
I do not belleve...
-...that Harry attacked anyone. -Of course you don't.
Right. Well, I'll....
-I'll just wait outside, then. -Yes.
-You don't think it was me, professor? -No, Harry.
I do not think it was you.
But I must ask you...
...is there something you wish to tell me?
No, sir.
Nothing.
Very well, then.
Off you go.
Everything's set. We just need a bit of who you're changing into.
Crabbe and GoyIe.
We aIso need to make sure that the reaI Crabbe and GoyIe...
...can't burst in on us whlle we're interrogating MaIfoy.
-How? -I've got it all worked out.
I fllled these with a simpIe SIeeping Draught.
SimpIe, but powerful.
Now, once they're asIeep...
...hide them in the broomstick cupboard and pull out a few of their hairs...
...and put on their uniforms.
-Whose hair are you ripping out, then? -I've aIready got mine.
Mllllcent Bulstrode. Slytherin.
I got this off her robes.
I'm going to go check on the PoIyjuice Potlon.
Make sure that Crabbe and GoyIe find these.
Ron, maybe I should do it.
Yeah. Right.
Wingardium Levlosa.
CooI.
How thick could you get?
Come on, let's get them.
We'll have exactly one hour before we change back into ourselves.
Add the hairs.
Essence of Crabbe.
Cheers.
I think I'm gonna be sick.
Me too.
Harry?
Ron.
Bloody hell!
We stlll sound like ourselves.
You need to sound more like Crabbe.
-Bloody hell. -Excellent.
-But where's Hermlone? -I....
I don't think I'm going. You go on without me.
Hermlone, are you okay?
Just go. You're wasting time.
Come on.
I think the Slytherin common room's this way.
Excuse me.
What are you doing d--?
I mean, what are you doing down here?
I happen to be a school prefect.
You, on the other hand, have no business wandering the corridors at night.
What are your names again?
-I'm.... -Crabbe, GoyIe, where have you two been?
Pigging out in the Great Hall all this time?
Why are you wearing glasses?
-Reading. -Reading?
I didn't know you could read.
And what are you doing down here, WeasIey?
Mind your attitude, MaIfoy.
Well, sit down.
You'd never know the WeasIeys were pure-bloods, the way they behave.
They're an embarrassment to the wizarding worId. All of them.
What's wrong with you, Crabbe?
Stomachache.
You know, I'm surprised the Daily Prophet hasn't done a report on all these attacks.
I suppose Dumbledore is trying to hush it all up.
Father aIways said Dumbledore was the worst thing...
-...that ever happened to this place. -You're wrong!
What?
You think there's someone here who's worse than Dumbledore?
Well? Do you?
Harry Potter?
Good one, GoyIe.
You're absoIutely right.
Saint Potter.
And peopIe actually think that he's the Heir of Slytherin?
But then you must have some idea who's behind it all.
You know I don't, GoyIe. I told you yesterday.
How many times do I have to tell you?
Is this yours?
But 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.
What's the matter with you two?
You're acting very odd.
It's his stomachache.
CaIm down.
Scar.
Hair.
Hey! Where are you going?
That was close.
Hermlone, come out. We've got loads to tell you.
Go away.
Wait tlll you see. It's awful.
Hermlone?
Are you okay?
Do you remember me telllng you...
...that the PoIyjuice Potlon was only for human transformatlons?
It was cat hair I plucked off Mllllcent Bulstrode's robes.
Look at my face.
Look at your tall.
Have you spoken to Hermlone?
She should be out of hospitaI in a few days...
...when she stops coughing up fur balls.
What's this?
Yuck!
Looks like Moaning Myrtle's flooded the bathroom.
-Come to throw something else at me? -Why would I throw something at you?
Don't ask me. Here I am, minding my own business...
...and someone thinks it's funny to throw a book at me.
But it can't hurt if someone throws something at you.
I mean, it'll just go right through you.
Sure! Let's all throw books at Myrtle because she can't feel it.
Ten points if you get it through her stomach!
Fifty points if it goes through her head!
-But who threw it at you, anyway? -I don't know. I didn't see them.
I was just sitting in the U-bend, thinking about death...
...and it fell through the top of my head.
''Tom Marvolo RiddIe.''
My name...
...is Harry...
...Potter.
Do you know anything...
...about the Chamber of Secrets?
Can you...
...tell me?
Excuse me. Could you tell me what's going on here?
Are you Tom RiddIe?
Hello, can you hear me?
RiddIe!
Come.
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 responsibIe was caught....
Is there something...
...you wish to tell me?
No, sir. Nothing.
Very well, then. Off you go.
Good night, sir.
-Let's get you out of there. -Evening, Hagrid.
I'm going to have to turn you in, Hagrid. I don't think you meant it to kIll anyone....
You can't. You don't understand.
The dead girI's parents will be here tomorrow. The Ieast Hogwarts can do...
...is make sure the thing that kIlled their daughter is slaughtered.
It wasn't him. Aragog never kIlled no one. Never.
Monsters don't make good pets, Hagrid.
-Now, stand aside. -No!
-Stand aside, Hagrid. -No!
Cistem Aperlo!
Arania Exumai!
Aragog!
I can't let you go.
They'll have your wand for this, Hagrid. You'll be expelled.
Hagrid!
It was Hagrid. Hagrid opened the Chamber of Secrets 50 years ago.
It can't be Hagrid. It just can't be.
We don't even know this Tom RiddIe. He sounds like a dirty, rotten snitch to me.
The monster had kIlled somebody, Ron. What would any of us have done?
Look, Hagrid's our friend. Why don't we just go and ask him about it?
That would be a cheerful visit. ''Hello, Hagrid.
Tell us, have you been setting anything mad and hairy loose in the castle lately?''
Mad and hairy? You wouldn't be taIking about me, now, would you?
No.
What's that you've got, Hagrid?
It's FIesh-Eating SIug Repellent. For the Mandrakes, you know.
Now, according to Professor Sprout, they've stlll got a bit of growing up to do.
But once their acne's cIeared up, we'll be able to chop them up and stew them...
...and then we'll get those peopIe down at the hospitaI un-Petrified.
In the meantime, though, you three...
...had best be looking after yourselves. All right?
Hello, NevIlle.
Harry, I don't know who did it, but you'd better come.
Come on!
It had to be a Gryffindor. Nobody else knows our password.
Unless it wasn't a student.
Whoever it was, they must have been looking for something.
And they found it.
Tom RiddIe's diary is gone.
All right, llsten up.
We play our game, Hufflepuff doesn't stand a chance.
We're stronger, quicker and smarter.
Not to mentlon they're dead scared that Harry will Petrify them...
-...if they fly anywhere near him. -Well, that too.
Professor McGonagall.
-This match has been canceled. -We can't cancel Quidditch.
Sllence, Wood. You and your teammates will go to Gryffindor Tower. Now.
Potter, you and I will find Mr. WeasIey.
There's something the both of you have to see.
I warn you. This could be a wee bit of a shock.
Hermlone!
She was found near the llbrary...
...along with this.
Does it mean anything to either of you?
No.
Could I have your attentlon, please?
Because of recent events, these new rules will be put into effect immediately:
''All students will return to their house common rooms by 6:00 every evening.
All students will be escorted to each lesson by a teacher.
No exceptlons.''
I should tell you this:
Unless the culprit behind these attacks is caught...
...it is likely the school will be closed.
We've got to taIk to Hagrid, Ron. I can't belleve it's him...
...but if he did set the monster loose last time...
...he'll know how to get inside the Chamber of Secrets. That's a start.
But you heard McGonagall.
We're not allowed to Ieave the tower except for class.
I think it's time to get my dad's oId cloak out again.
Who's there?
Hello?
-What's that for? -Nothing. I was expecting....
It doesn't matter. Come on in. I just made a pot of tea.
Hagrid, are you okay?
I'm fine. I'm all right.
Did you hear about Hermlone?
Yeah. I heard about that, all right.
Look, we have to ask you something.
Do you know who's opened the Chamber of Secrets?
What you had to understand about that is--
Quick, under the cloak.
Don't say a word. Be quiet, both of you.
-Professor Dumbledore, sir. -Good evening, Hagrid.
I wonder, could we...?
Of course. Come in. Come in.
That's Dad's boss.
Cornellus Fudge, Minister of Magic.
Bad business, Hagrid, very bad business. Had to come.
Three attacks on Muggles-borns. Things have gone far enough.
-The Ministry's got to act. -But I never--
You know I never, professor.
I want it understood, Cornellus...
...that Hagrid...
...has my full confidence.
AIbus, look, Hagrid's record is against him.
-I've got to take him. -Take me?
Take me where? Not Azkaban prison.
I'm afraid we have no choice, Hagrid.
AIready here, Fudge?
Good.
What are you doing here? Get out of my house!
Belleve me...
...I take absoIutely no pIeasure being inside your....
You call this a house?
No.
I simpIy called up the school and was told the headmaster was here.
Well, what exactly is it that you want with me?
The other governors and I have decided it's time for you to step aside.
This is an order of suspension.
You'll find all 12 signatures on it.
I'm afraid we feel you've rather lost your touch.
Well, what, with all these attacks...
...there'll be no Muggles-borns Ieft at Hogwarts.
I can only imagine what an awful loss that would be to the school.
You can't take Professor Dumbledore away.
Take him away and the Muggles-borns won't stand a chance.
You mark my words, there'll be kllllngs next!
You think so?
CaIm yourself, Hagrid.
If the governors desire my removaI...
...I will, of course, step aside.
However...
...you will find that help will aIways be given at Hogwarts...
...to those who...
...ask for it.
Admirable sentiments.
Shall we?
Fudge.
Come, Hagrid.
Well?
If....
If anybody was looking for some stuff...
...then all they'd have to do would be to follow the spiders.
Yep. That would Iead them right.
That's all I have to say.
And someone will need to feed Fang whlle I'm away.
Good boy.
Hagrid's right.
With Dumbledore gone, there'll be an attack a day.
Look.
Come on.
Come on, Fang.
Come on.
What?
You heard what Hagrid said. ''Follow the spiders.''
They're heading to the Dark Forest.
Why spiders? Why couldn't it be ''follow the butterflles''?
Harry, I don't like this.
-Harry, I don't like this at all. -Shush!
Can we go back now?
Come on.
Who is it?
Don't panic.
Hagrid?
Is that you?
We're friends of Hagrid's.
And you? You're Aragog, aren't you?
Yes.
Hagrid has never sent men into our hollow before.
He's in troubIe. Up at the school, there have been attacks.
They think it's Hagrid.
They think he opened the Chamber of Secrets. Like before.
That's a lle.
Hagrid never opened the Chamber of Secrets.
-Then you're not the monster? -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 girI 50 years ago?
We do not speak of it.
It is an ancient creature we spiders fear above all others.
But have you seen it?
I never saw any part of the castle but the box in which Hagrid kept me.
The girI was discovered in a bathroom.
When I was accused, Hagrid brought me here.
-Harry! -What?
Well, thank you.
We'll just go.
Go?
I think not.
My sons and daughters do not harm Hagrid on my command.
But I cannot deny them fresh meat...
...when it wanders so wllllngIy into our midst.
Goodbye, friend of Hagrid.
Can we panic now?
Know any spells?
One, but it's not powerful enough for all of them.
Where's Hermlone when you need her?
Let's go!
Arania Exumai!
Go!
Glad we're out of there.
Arania Exumai!
-Thanks for that. -Don't mentlon it.
Get us out of here.
Now!
Come on! Come on, move faster!
Come on! Go!
Get us in the air.
The flying gear's jammed!
-Come on! Pull! -I'm trying!
Follow the spiders. Follow the spiders.
If Hagrid ever gets out of Azkaban, I'll kIll him.
I mean, what was the point of sending us in there?
-What have we found out? -We know one thing.
Hagrid never opened the Chamber of Secrets.
He was innocent.
Wish you were here, Hermlone.
We need you.
Now more than ever.
-What's that? -Ron....
This is why Hermlone was in the llbrary the day she was attacked.
Come on.
''Of the many fearsome beasts that roam our land...
...none is more deadIy than the basIllsk. Capable of llving for hundreds of years...
...instant death awaits any who meet this giant serpent's eye.
Spiders flee before it.'' Ron, this is it.
The monster in the Chamber of Secrets is a basIllsk.
That's why I can hear it speak. It's a snake.
But if it kIlls by looking peopIe in the eye, why is it no one's dead?
Because no one did look it in the eye.
Not directly, at Ieast.
CoIlln saw it through his camera.
Justin-- Justin must have seen the basIllsk through Nearly Headless Nick.
Nick got the full blast of it. But he's a ghost, he couldn't die again.
And Hermlone had the mirror.
I bet you she was using it to look around corners in case it came along.
And Mrs. Norris?
I'm pretty sure she didn't have a camera or a mirror, Harry.
The water.
There was water on the floor that night. She only saw the basIllsk's reflectlon.
''Spiders flee before it.''
-It all fits. -But how's a basIllsk been getting around?
A dirty, great snake. Someone would have seen it.
-Hermlone's answered that too. -Pipes? It's using the pIumbing.
Remember what Aragog said about that girI 50 years ago?
She died in a bathroom? What if she never Ieft?
Moaning Myrtle.
All students are to return to their house dormitories at once.
All teachers to the second-floor corridor immediately.
As you can see, the Heir of Slytherin has Ieft another message.
Our worst fear has been reallzed.
A student has been taken by the monster into the Chamber itself.
The students must be sent home. I'm afraid this is the end of Hogwarts.
So sorry. Dozed off. What have I missed?
A girI has been snatched by the monster, Lockhart. Your moment has come at last.
-My moment? -Weren't you saying just last night...
...that you've known all along where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is?
That's settled. We'll Ieave you to deal with the monster, Gllderoy.
-Your skIlls, after all, are Iegend. -Very well.
I'll just be in my office getting....
Getting ready.
Who is it that the monster's taken, Minerva?
Ginny WeasIey.
''Her skeleton will lle in the Chamber forever.''
Ginny.
Lockhart may be useless, but he's going to try and get into the Chamber.
At Ieast we can tell him what we know.
Professor, we have some informatlon for you.
Are you going somewhere?
Well, yes. Urgent call. Unavoidable. Got to go.
-What about my sister? -Well....
As to that, most unfortunate. No one regrets more than I.
You're the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. You can't go now.
I must say, when I took the job, there was nothing in the descriptlon--
You're running away?
-After all you did in your books? -Books can be misIeading.
-You wrote them. -My dear boy, do use your common sense.
My books wouldn't have soId haIf as well if peopIe didn't think I'd done those things.
You're a fraud.
You've been taking credit for what other wizards have done.
Is there anything you can do?
Yes, now you mentlon it. I'm rather gifted with Memory Charms.
Otherwise, all those wizards would have gone blabbing.
I'd never have soId another book.
In fact, I'm going to have to do the same to you.
Don't even think about it.
Who's there?
Hello, Harry.
-What do you want? -To ask you how you died.
It was dreadful.
It happened right here in this very cubicIe.
I'd hidden because Ollve Hornby was teasing me about my glasses.
I was crying, and then I heard somebody come in.
-Who was it, Myrtle? -I don't know. I was distraught!
But they said something funny, a kind of made-up language.
And I reallzed it was a boy, so I unlocked the door to tell him to go away and...
-...I died. -Just like that? How?
I just remember seeing a pair of great, big, yellow eyes...
...over there by that sink.
This is it.
This is it, Ron. I think this is the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.
Say something. Harry, say something in Parseltongue.
Excellent, Harry. Good work. Well, then, I'll just be....
There's no need for me to stay.
Yes, there is.
-You first. -Now, boys, what good will it do?
Better you than us.
But-- ObvlousIy, yes.
Sure you don't want to test it first?
It's really quite fllthy down here.
-All right. Let's go. -Oh, Harry?
If you die down there, you're welcome to share my tollet.
Thanks, Myrtle.
Now, remember: Any sign of movement, close your eyes straightaway.
Go on.
This way.
-What's this? -It looks like a snake.
-It's a snakeskin. -Bloody hell.
Whatever shed this must be 60 feet long. Or more.
Heart of a llon, this one.
The adventure ends here, boys. But don't fret.
The worId will know our story. How I was too late to save the girI.
How you two tragically lost your minds...
...at the sight of her mangIed body.
So....
You first, Mr. Potter.
Say goodbye to your memories.
Obliviate!
-Ron! Ron, are you okay? -I'm fine.
Hello.
Who are you?
-Ron WeasIey. -Really?
And who am I?
Lockhart's Memory Charm backfired. He hasn't got a cIue who he is.
It's an odd sort of place, isn't it?
Do you llve here?
-No. -Really?
-What do I do now? -You wait here...
...and try and shift some of this rock so we can get back through.
-I'll go on and find Ginny. -Okay.
Ginny! Ginny, please don't be dead. Wake up, wake up.
please wake up.
She won't wake.
Tom. Tom RiddIe. What do you mean, she won't wake?
-She's not...? -She's stlll allve, but only just.
-Are you a ghost? -A memory...
...preserved in a diary for 50 years.
She's coId as ice. Ginny, please don't be dead. Wake up.
You've got to help me, Tom. There's a basIllsk.
It won't come untll it's called.
-Give me my wand, Tom. -You won't be needing it.
-We've got to go. We've got to save her. -I'm afraid I can't do that.
You see, as poor Ginny grows weaker, I grow stronger.
Yes, Harry, it was Ginny WeasIey who opened the Chamber of Secrets.
No. She couldn't. She wouldn't.
It was Ginny who set the basIllsk on the Mudbloods and Fllch's cat...
...Ginny who wrote the threatening messages on the walls.
-But why? -Because I told her to.
You'll find I can be very persuasive. Not that she knew what she was doing.
She was, shall we say, in a kind of trance.
Stlll, the power of the diary began to scare her.
She tried to dispose of it in the girIs' bathroom.
And then who should find it but you?
The very person I was most anxlous to meet.
And why did you want to meet me?
I knew I had to taIk to you, meet you if I could.
So I decided to show you my capture of that brainless oaf Hagrid...
-...to gain your trust. -Hagrid's my friend.
-And you framed him, didn't you? -It was my word against Hagrid's.
only Dumbledore seemed to think he was innocent.
I'll bet Dumbledore saw right through you.
He certainIy kept an annoyingIy close watch on me after that.
I knew it wouldn't be safe to open the Chamber again whlle I was stlll at school...
...so I decided to Ieave behind a diary...
...preserving my 1 6-year-oId self in its pages...
...so that one day I would be able to Iead another...
...to finish Salazar Slytherin's nobIe work.
Well, you haven't finished it this time.
In a few hours, the Mandrake Draught will be ready.
And everyone who was Petrified will be all right again.
Haven't I told you? Kllllng 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 magicaI taIent...
...was able to defeat the greatest wizard of all time?
How did you escape with nothing but a scar...
...whlle Lord VoIdemort's powers were destroyed?
Why do you care how I escaped? VoIdemort was after your time.
VoIdemort is my past, present and future.
You. You're the Heir of Slytherin.
-You're VoIdemort. -Surely you didn't think...
...I was going to keep my fllthy Muggles father's name?
No. I fashloned myself a new name, a name I knew wizards everywhere...
...would one day fear to speak when I became the greatest sorcerer in the worId.
AIbus Dumbledore is the greatest sorcerer in the worId.
Dumbledore's been driven out of this castle by the mere memory of me.
He'll never be gone. Not as long as those who remain are loyaI to him.
Fawkes?
So this is what Dumbledore sends his great defender.
A songbird and an oId hat.
Let's match the power of Lord VoIdemort, Heir of Salazar Slytherin...
...against the famous Harry Potter.
Parseltongue won't save you now, Potter. It only obeys me.
No!
Your bird may have bllnded the basIllsk, but it can stlll hear you.
Yes, Potter. The process is Nearly complete.
In a few minutes, Ginny WeasIey will be dead, and I will cease to be a memory.
Lord VoIdemort will return...
...very much allve.
Ginny?
Remarkable, isn't it...
...how quickIy the venom of the basIllsk penetrates the body?
I'd guess you have little more than a minute to llve.
You'll be with your dear Mudblood mother soon, Harry.
Funny, the damage a sIlly little book can do...
...especially in the hands of a sIlly little girI.
What are you doing?
Stop. No!
It was me. But I swear, I didn't mean to.
RiddIe made me, and....
Harry, you're hurt.
Don't worry.
Ginny, you need to get yourself out.
Follow the Chamber and you'll find Ron.
You were brllllant, Fawkes.
I just wasn't quick enough.
Of course.
Phoenix tears have heallng powers.
Thanks.
It's all right, Ginny.
It's over.
It's just a memory.
Amazing! This is just like magic!
You both reallze, of course...
...that in the past few hours, you have broken perhaps a dozen school rules.
Yes, sir.
There is sufficient evidence to have you both expelled.
Yes, sir.
Therefore, it is only fitting...
...that you both receive...
...SpeciaI Awards for Services to the school.
Thanks, sir.
Now, Mr. WeasIey, if you would...
...have an owI dellver these release papers to Azkaban.
I belleve we want our gamekeeper back.
First, I want to thank you, Harry.
You must have shown me reaI loyaIty down in the Chamber.
Nothing but that could have called Fawkes to you.
And...
...second...
...I sense that something is troubllng you.
Am I right, Harry?
It's just....
You see, sir, I couldn't help but notice certain things, certain....
Certain simllarities between Tom RiddIe and me.
I see.
Well, you can speak Parseltongue, Harry. Why?
Because Lord VoIdemort can speak Parseltongue.
If I'm not mistaken, Harry...
...he transferred some of his powers to you...
...the night he gave you that scar.
VoIdemort transferred some of his powers to me?
Not intentlonally...
...but yes.
So the Sorting Hat was right. I should be in Slytherin.
It's true. You possess many of the quallties that VoIdemort himself prizes.
Determinatlon, resourcefulness...
...and if I may say so, a certain disregard for the rules.
Why, then, did the Sorting Hat place you in Gryffindor?
-Because I asked it to. -Exactly, Harry. Exactly.
Which makes you different from VoIdemort.
It is not our abIllties that show what we truly are.
It is our choices.
If you want proof why you belong in Gryffindor...
...then I suggest you look more closely at this.
Be careful.
Godric Gryffindor.
It would take a true Gryffindor to pull that out of the hat.
Dobby.
So this is your master. The famlly you serve is the MaIfoys.
I'll deal with you later.
Out of my way, Potter.
So it's true. You have returned.
When the governors Iearned that Arthur WeasIey's daughter...
...was taken into the Chamber, they saw fit to summon me back.
-Ridiculous. -CurlousIy, Lucius, severaI of them...
...were under the impresslon that you would curse their famlly...
...if they did not agree to suspend me in the first place.
-How dare you! -Beg your pardon?
My soIe concern has aIways been and will aIways be...
...the welfare of this school...
...and, of course, its students.
The culprit has been identified, I presume?
Yes.
And?
Who was it?
VoIdemort.
only this time he chose to act through somebody else...
...by means of this.
I see.
Fortunately, our young Mr. Potter discovered it.
One hopes that no more of Lord VoIdemort's oId school-things...
...should find their way into innocent hands.
The consequences for the one responsibIe would be...
...severe.
Well, let us hope...
...that Mr. Potter will aIways be around to save the day.
Don't worry. I will be.
Dumbledore.
Come, Dobby. We're Ieaving.
Sir? I wonder if I could have that?
Mr. MaIfoy.
Mr. MaIfoy!
I have something of yours.
Mine? I don't know what you're taIking about.
I think you do, sir.
I think you sllpped the diary into Ginny WeasIey's cauldron...
...that day at Diagon Alley.
You do, do you?
Why don't you prove it?
Come, Dobby.
Open it.
Dobby.
Master has given Dobby a sock.
What? I didn't give--
Master has presented Dobby with clothes.
Dobby is free.
You lost me my servant!
You shall not harm Harry Potter.
Your parents were meddIesome fooIs too.
Mark my words, Potter. One day soon...
...you are going to meet the same sticky end.
Harry Potter freed Dobby. How can Dobby ever repay him?
-Just promise me something. -Anything, sir.
Never try to save my llfe again.
-welcome back, Sir Nicholas. -Thank you.
-Good evening, Sir Nicholas. -Good evening.
-Good to see you, Sir Nicholas. -Thank you.
Hello.
-Hermlone! welcome back. -Thanks, Sir Nicholas.
Harry. It's Hermlone.
-welcome back, Hermlone. -It's good to be back.
Congratulatlons. I can't belleve you soIved it.
We had loads of help from you.
-We couldn't have done it without you. -Thanks.
Could I have your attentlon, please?
Before we begin the feast...
...let us have a round of applause for Professor Sprout, Madam Pomfrey...
...whose Mandrake juice has been so successfully administered...
...to all who had been Petrified.
AIso, in llght of the recent events...
...as a school treat...
...all exams have been canceled.
Oh, no.
Sorry I'm late.
The owI that dellvered my release papers got all lost and confused.
Some ruddy bird called ErroI.
And I'd just like to say that if it hadn't been for you, Harry and Ron...
...and Hermlone, of course...
...I would stlll be you-know-where...
...so I'd just like to say thanks.
There's no Hogwarts without you, Hagrid.
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