Well, you haven't finished it this time.

They're an embarrassment to the wizarding world. All of them.

- What happened to the Stone? - Relax, dear boy.

Lucius Malfoy. We meet at last.

No. That's enough. He's just a boy.

This is it, Ron. I think this is the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.

And I have a few last-minute points to award.

Dementors aren't supposed to be on the grounds. Dumbledore's furious.

But to do this, that student must survive three tasks.

Is this yours?

...two rolls of parchment on the werewolf, with emphasis...

What's going on here? Go on. Make way, make way.

As an antidote to your ignorance, and on my desk, by Monday morning...

At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in.

Right. Next time I see Crookshanks, I'll let him know.

Whoever it was, they must have been looking for something.

Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse.

They got in on pure talent.

Eye of rabbit, harp string hum Turn this water into rum.

- Dear, dear... - Now, now, Hagrid. Now, come on.