The Gryffindor Common Room Compilation Harry Potter

Password? Caput Draconis. Follow me, everyone. Keep up. Quickly, come on. And gather round here. Welcome to the Gryffindor common room. Boys, dormitories upstairs and down to your left. Girls, the same on your right. You'll find all your belongings have already been brought up. What do they think they're doing? Keeping a thing like that locked up in a stall. You don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't you see what it was standing on? I wasn't looking at its feet. I was a bit preoccupied with its heads. Or maybe you didn't notice. There were three. It was standing on a trap door, which means it wasn't there by accident. It's guarding something. Guarding something? That's right. Now, if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed. Or worse, expelled. Happy Christmas, Harry. Happy Christmas, Ron. What are you wearing? Oh, Mum made it. Looks like you've got one too. I've got presents. Yeah. There they are. Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you. Use it well. What is it? Some kind of cloak. Well, let's see then. Put it on. Whoa! My body's gone! I know what that is. That's an invisibility cloak. I'm invisible? It's really rare. I wonder who gave it to you. There was no name. It just said, Use it well. Trevor. Trevor! Shh! Go! You shouldn't be here. Neither should you. You're sneaking out again, aren't you? Now, Neville, listen. We were... No! I won't let you. You'll get Gryffindor into trouble again. I'll fight you. Neville, I'm really, really sorry about this. Petrificus Totalus! You're a little scary sometimes. You know that. Brilliant, but scary. Let's go. Sorry. It's for your own good, you know. You're a Parselmouth! Why didn't you tell us? I'm a what? You can talk to snakes. I know. I mean, I accidentally said a python on my cousin Dudley at the zoo once. Once. But so what? I bet loads of people 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... No, 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 realise... How can I speak a language without knowing I can? I don't know, Harry, but it sounded like you were egging the snake on or something. Harry, listen to me. There's a reason the symbol of Slytherin House is a serpent. Salazar Slytherin was a Parselmouth. He could talk to snakes, too. Exactly. Now the whole school's going to think you're his great-great-great-grandson or something. But I'm not. They can't be. He lived a thousand years ago. For all we know, you could be. My name is Harry Potter. Do you know anything about the Chamber of Secrets? Can you tell me? Fortuna Major. Here, listen. She just won't let me in. Fortuna Major. No, no, no. Wait, wait. What's this? Amazing. Chocolate, my boys. Fortuna Major. Yes, all right. Go in. Thank you. Lebs. She's still doing that. I know. She can't even see. Exactly. You're awful. Sirius. Harry Potter, age 12. Suspect entrant in the Triwizard Tournament. His eyes swimming with the ghosts of the past. I'll chuck you back to your... Sirius. How... I don't have much time, Harry, so let me get straight to it. Did you or did you not put your name into the Goblet of Fire? No. Shh. I had to ask. Now, tell me about this dream of yours. You mentioned Wormtail and Voldemort, but who was the third man in the room? I don't know. You didn't hear a name? No. Um, Voldemort was giving him a job to do. Something important. And what was that? He wanted me. I don't know why, but he was going to use this man to get to me. I mean, it was only a dream, right? Yes. It's just a dream. The Death Eaters of the World kept your name rising from that goblet. These are not just coincidences. Hogwarts isn't safe anymore. What are you saying? I'm saying the devils are inside the walls. Igor Karkaroff. He was a Death Eater. And no one, no one stops being a Death Eater. Then there's Barty Crouch. Heart of Stone. Sent his own son to Azkaban. Do you think one of them put my name in the goblet? I haven't a clue of which one aimed in that goblet, Harry, but whoever did is no friend to you. People die in this tournament. I'm not ready for this, Sirius. You don't have a choice. Someone's coming. Keep your friends close, Harry. Who are you talking to? What? Who says I was talking to anyone? I heard voices. Maybe you're imagining things. Wouldn't be the first time. You're probably just practicing for your next interview, I expect. You wouldn't die, Harry. Lose a leg or an arm, pack it in all together. Never! Charles! Go on, Harry. What's the clue? Who wants me to open it? Yeah! Want me to open it? Yeah! What the bloody hell was that? All right, everyone. Go back to your knitting. Is this going to be uncomfortable enough for all you nosy suds listening in? I reckon you have to be barking mad to put your own name in the goblet of fire. Come on, have you? Took you long enough. I wasn't the only one who thought you'd done it. Everyone was saying it behind your back. Brilliant. That makes me feel loads better. At least I warned you about the dragons. Hagrid warned me about the dragons. No, no, no, I did. No, don't you remember? I told Hermione to tell you that Seamus told me that Bovardi told Dean that Hagrid was looking for you. Seamus never actually told me anything, so it was really me all along. I thought we'd be all right, you know, after you figured that out. Who could possibly figure that out? That's completely mental. Yeah, isn't it? I suppose I was a bit distraught. Always. Dean, Seamus. Good holiday? All right. Better than Seamus's, anyway. Your mum didn't want me to come back this year. Why not? Let me see. Because of you. The Daily Prophet's been saying a lot of things about you, Harry. And about Dumbledore as well. What, and your mum believes them? Well, nobody was there the night Cedric died. Oh, well, I guess you should read the Prophet then, like your stupid mother. It'll tell you everything you need to know. Don't you dare talk about my mother like that. I'll have a go at anyone that calls me a liar. What's going on? He's mad as what's going on. Do you believe the rubbish he's come out with about you-know-who? Yeah, I do. Has anyone else got a problem with Harry? Skydiving snack boxes. Sweets that make you ill. Get you out of class whenever you like. Obtain hours of pleasure from unprofitable boredom. Can I try another? I'm not asking you to write all of it for me. Oh, please. It's just, I've been busy studying for these stupid hour exams. I'll do the introduction, that's all. Hermione, you're honestly the most wonderful person I've ever met. And if I'm ever rude to you again... Only I've gone back to normal. What's wrong with your hand? Nothing. The other hand. You forgot to tell Dumbledore. No. Dumbledore's got enough on his mind right now. Anyway, I don't want to give unbridled dissatisfaction. Bloody hell, Harry. The woman's torturing you. If the parents knew about this... Yeah, well, I haven't got any of those, have I, Ron? Harry, you've got to report this. It's perfectly simple, you're being... No, it's not. Hermione, whatever this is, it's not simple. You don't understand. Then help us to. We're not learning how to defend ourselves. We're not learning how to pass our OWLs. She's taking over the entire school. Harry! Sirius. What are you doing here? Answering your letter. You said you were worried about Umbridge. What's she doing? Training you to kill Halfbreed. Sirius, he's not letting us use magic at all. Well, I'm not surprised. The latest intelligence is that Fudge doesn't want you trained in combat. Combat? What does he think, we're forming some sort of wizard army? That's exactly what he thinks. That Dumbledore is assembling his own forces to take on the Ministry. He's becoming more paranoid for the minute. The others wouldn't want me telling you this, Harry. But things aren't going at all well with the Order. Fudge is blocking the truth at every turn, and these disappearances are just how it started before. Voldemort is on the move. What can we do? Someone's coming. I'm sorry I can't be of more help, but for now at least, it looks like you're on your own. He really is out there, isn't he? We've got to be able to defend ourselves. And if Umbridge refuses to teach us how, we need someone who will. Wet? I mean, she was sort of crying. That bad at it, are you? I'm sure Harry's kissing was more than satisfactory. Troy spends half her time crying these days. Think a bit of snogging would cheer her up. Don't you understand how she must be feeling? Well, obviously she's feeling sad about Cedric, and therefore confused about liking Harry, and guilty about kissing him, conflicted because Umbridge is thrashing to sack her mum from her job at the Ministry, and frightened of failing her OWLs because she's so busy worrying about everything else. If one person couldn't feel all that, they'd explode. Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon. I have to admit, I thought I was going to miss that last one. I hope Cormac's not taking it too hard. It's got a bit of a thing for you, Hermione. Cormac. He's vile. Have you ever heard of this spell? Sectumsempra? No, I haven't. And if you had a shred of self-respect, you'd hand that book in. Not bloody likely. He's top of the class. He's even better than you, Hermione. Slughorn thinks he's a genius. Oh. I'd like to know whose that book was. Let's have a look, shall we? No. Why not? The binding is fragile. The binding is fragile? Yeah. Who's the Half-Blood Prince? Who? That's what it says right here. This book is property of the Half-Blood Prince. You shouldn't have done it. I know. I suppose I could have just used the confundus charm. That was different. That was tryouts. This was an actual game. You didn't put it in. I can't believe you thought you did. You have to get rid of it. Today. Take my hand. Well? How do you feel? Excellent. Really excellent. Remember, Slughorn usually eats early, takes a walk, and then returns to his office. Right. I'm going down to Hagrid's. What? No. Harry, you've got to go and speak to Slughorn. We have a plan. I know, but I've got a really good feeling about Hagrid's. I feel it's the place to be tonight. Do you know what I mean? No. Well, trust me, I know what I'm doing. Or Felix does. Hi.