Obliviate.
As inspiring as I find your bloodlust, Bellatrix, I must be the one to kill Harry Potter.
I've interrupted a deep thought, haven't I? I can see it growing smaller in your eyes.
As your new Minister of Magic, I promise to restore this temple of tolerance to its former glory.
There I was, flogging me wares in Diagon Alley, when some Ministry hag comes up and asks to see me license.
We flush ourselves in. That's bloody disgusting.
Cattermole. It's still raining inside my office. That's two days now.
You're lying, Dolores. And one mustn't tell lies.
I just thought after all this time we would have actually achieved something. I thought you knew what you were doing. I thought Dumbledore would have told you something.
Who could look at you compared to Harry Potter? What are you compared with the Chosen One?
The Elder Wand...The Resurrection Stone. The Cloak of Invisibility. Together, they make the Deathly Hallows. Together, they make one the master of Death.
Hello, Tom. I knew you'd come one day. But surely you must know I no longer have what you seek.
'What's your name?' 'Dudley. Vernon Dudley.'
If we are the ones to hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything would be forgiven. All would be as it was, you understand?
Dobby has no master. Dobby is a free elf. And Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends.
Such a beautiful place to be with friends. Dobby is happy to be with his friend, Harry Potter.
