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Training for the ballet, Potter?

You’ll never catch me, Potter.

Lets 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. I will fix that arm of yours straightaway.

No. Not you. Boy doesn’t know what hes saying.

This wont hurt a bit.

Brackium 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.

Broken? There’s no bones left.

Much more flexible, though.

Mr. Malfoy, 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, wont you?

Ill be able to, certainly. 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.

Kill.

Time to kill.

Hello.

Dobby?

Harry Potter should have listened 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 least you would be away from here.

Harry Potter must go home.

Dobby thought his Bludger would be enough to make Harry Potter see–

Your Bludger? You made that Bludger chase after me?

Dobby feels most aggrieved, sir.

Dobby had to iron his hands.

You better clear off before my bones come back, or I might strangle 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 still treated like vermin.

Why do you wear that thing, Dobby?

This, sir? It is a mark of the house-elfs enslavement.

Dobby can only be freed if his master presents him with clothes.

Listen.

Listen!

Terrible 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 hes been Petrified, Madam Pomfrey.

Look. Perhaps he managed to take a picture of his attacker.

What can this mean, Albus?

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.

You mean the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?

Of course, Don’t you see?

Lucius Malfoy must have opened it when he was at school here.

Now hes taught Draco how to do it. Maybe.

Well have to wait for the Polyjuice Potion to know for sure.

Enlighten me. Why are we brewing this potion in broad daylight…

…in the middle of the girls lavatory? Don’t you think well 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 talk about ugly, miserable…

…moping Moaning Myrtle?

Shes a little sensitive.

Gather round!

Gather round. Can everybody see me?

Can you all hear me?

Excellent.

In light of the dark events of recent weeks…

…Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this Dueling Club…

…to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourselves…

…as I myself have done on countless occasions.

For full details, see my published works.

That Lockharts something, isn’t he? Awfully brave chap.

Justin Finch-Fletchley.

Hufflepuff. Nice to meet you, I’m–

I know who you are. We all do, even us Muggle-borns.

Let me introduce my assistant…

…Professor Snape.

He has sportingly agreed to help with a short demonstration.

I don’t want any of you youngsters to worry.

You’ll still have your Potions master when I’m through with him. Never fear.