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One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills
is levitation.
Or, "the ability to make objects fly."
Uh, do you all have your feathers?
Good.
Now, uh,
don't forget the nice wrist movement
we've been practising.
Hmm?
The swish and flick.
Everyone.
[All] Swish and flick.
[Flitwick] Good.
Oh, and enunciate.
Wingardium Leviosa.
Off you go, then.
[All] Wingardium Leviosa.
Wingardium Leviosa.
Wingardium Leviosa.
Wingardium Leviosa.
Look, stop, stop, stop.
You're going to take someone's eye out.
Besides, you're saying it wrong.
It's Levi-o-sa,
not Levio-sa.
You do it, then,
if you're so clever.
Go on, go on.
Wingardium Leviosa.
Oh, well done!
See here, everyone.
Miss Granger's done it.
Splendid.
Wingard Leviosa.
Well done, dear.
[Seamus] Wingard—
I think we're going to need
another feather over here, Professor.
Made it.
Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face
if we were late?
That was bloody brilliant!
Oh, thank you for that assessment, Mr Weasley.
Perhaps it would be more useful
if I were to Transfigure Mr Potter
and yourself into a pocket watch?
That way, one of you might be on time.
We got lost.
Then perhaps a map?
I trust you don't need one
to find your seats.
There will be no foolish wand-waving
or silly incantations in this class.
As such,
I don't expect many of you to appreciate
the subtle science and exact art that
is potion-making.
However, for those select few
who possess
the predisposition
I can teach you
how to bewitch the mind
and ensnare the senses.
I can tell you how to bottle fame,
brew glory,
and even put a stopper in death.
Then again,
maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts
in possession of abilities so formidable
that you feel confident enough
to not pay attention.
Up!
Wow.
Up.
Up.
Up!
[All] Up.
Up.
Up.
Up.
Up.
Up!
Shut up, Harry.
Today, we're going to repot Mandrakes.
Who here can tell me the properties
of the Mandrake root?
Yes, Miss Granger.
Mandrake, or Mandragora,
is used to return those who've been Petrified
to their original state.
It's also quite dangerous.
The Mandrake's cry is fatal to anyone who hears it.
Excellent, 10 points to Gryffindor.
Now, as our Mandrakes are
still only seedlings,
their cries won't kill you yet.
But they could knock you
out for several hours,
which is why I've given
each of you a pair of
earmuffs for auditory protection.
So, could you please put
them on right away?
Quickly.
Flaps tight down.
And watch me closely.
You grasp your Mandrake firmly.
You pull it sharply
up out of the pot.
[Mandrake cries]
Got it?
And now you dunk it
down into the other pot
and pour a little
sprinkling of soil to keep him warm.
Ugh.
Longbottom's been neglecting his earmuffs.
No, ma'am,
he's just fainted.
Yes, well,
just leave him there.
Right, on we go.
Plenty of pots to go around.
Grasp your Mandrake.
And pull it up!
[Mandrakes crying]
Today,
we will be transforming animals
into water goblets.
Like so.
One, two, three.
Vera Verto.
Now it's your turn.
Well, who would like to go first?
Ah, Mr Weasley.
One, two, three.
Vera Verto.
Vera Verto!
That wand needs replacing, Mr Weasley.
I got a real treat for you today.
A great lesson.
So, follow me.
Da-da-dada!
Isn't he beautiful?
Say hello to Buckbeak.
Hagrid.
Exactly what is that?
That, Ron, is a Hippogriff.
First thing you wanna know about Hippogriffs
is that they're very proud creatures,
very easily offended.
You do not want to insult a Hippogriff.
It may just be the last thing you ever do.
Now, who'd like to come and say, "Hello?"
Well done, Harry.
Well done.
Come on, now.
Now,
you have to let him make the first move.
It's only polite.
So, step up,
give him a nice bow,
then you wait and see
if he bows back.
And if he does,
you can go and touch him.
If not...
Well, we'll get to that later.
Right.
Now,
just make your bow.
Nice and low.
Back off, Harry.
Back off.
Keep still.
Keep still.
Oh.
Well done, Harry.
Well done.
Here, you big brute, you.
Right.
I think you can go and pat him now.
Go on.
Don't be shy.
Ow.
Nice and slow now.
Nice and slow.
Slow.
Not so fast, Harry.
Slow down, Harry.
That's it.
Nice and slow.
Now let him come to you.
That's it.
Slow down.
Slowly, slowly.
That's it.
Yes!
Well done!
Oh, well done, Harry!
Well done!
I think he may let you ride him now.
What?
Come on.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Put you over here.
Hagrid!
Just behind the wing joint.
Don't pull out any of his feathers,
'cause he won't thank you for that.
[Harry] Whoa!
This term, we shall be focusing on tessomancy,
which is the art of reading tea leaves.
So, please take the cup
of the person sitting opposite you.
Do you see?
The truth lies buried
like a sentence deep within a
book waiting to be read.
But first,
you must broaden your minds.
First,
you must look beyond.
What a load of rubbish.
Where did you come from?
Me?
Been here all this time.
You, boy?
Is your grandmother quite well?
Uh.
Uh, I think so.
I wouldn't be so sure of that.
Give me the cup.
Oh.
Mmm.
Pity.
Broaden your minds.
Mmm.
Oh! Oh!
Your aura is pulsing, dear.
Are you in the beyond?
I think you are.
Sure.
Look at the cup.
Tell me what you see?
Oh, yeah, um...
Well...
Harry's got sort of a
wonky cross.
That's trials and suffering.
Mmh.
And, uh...
That there could be the sun
and that's happiness.
So, uh...
you're gonna suffer,
but you're gonna be
happy about it.
Give me the cup.
Oh, my dear boy.
My dear...
You have...
The Grim.
The grin?
What's the grin?
Not the grin, you idiot.
The Grim.
Taking form of a giant spectral dog.
It's among the darkest omens
in our world.
It's an omen...
Of "death."
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 whilst I am here.
I must ask you not to scream.
It might provoke them!
Cornish pixies?
Freshly caught Cornish pixies.
Laugh if you will, Mr Finnigan,
but pixies can be devilishly tricky little blighters.
Let's see what you make of them now!
Come on now. Round them up!
Ah. Ahh!
Round them up, they're only pixies!
Please!
Ow!
You just stay there now, my lover!
Get me down!
Ah!
Get off me!
Stop! Hold still!
Peskipiksi Pesternomi!
Yee-haw!
[Pixie] Fun for everyone!
[Pixie] Higher and higher!
[Pixie] It's mine!
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 always me?
Would anyone like to venture a guess
as to what is inside?
That's a Boggart, that is.
Very good, Mr Thomas.
Now, can anybody tells me what a Boggart
looks like?
[Hermione] No one knows.
When'd she get here?
Boggarts are shape-shifters.
They take the shape of whatever
a particular person fears the most.
That's what makes them so—
So terrifying.
Yes, yes, yes.
Luckily, a very simple charm exists
to repel a Boggart.
Let's practice it now.
Ah, without wands, please.
After me...
Riddikulus.
Riddikulus.
Very good.
A little louder.
Very clear, listen.
Riddikulus.
Riddikulus.
This class is ridiculous.
Very good.
Well, so much for the easy part.
You see, the incantation alone is not enough.
What really finishes a Boggart is
laughter.
You need to force it to assume a shape
you find truly amusing.
Let me explain.
Ah, Neville, would you join me, please?
Come on, don't be shy.
Come on.
Come on.
Hello.
Neville, what frightens you most of all?
[Mumbling]
Sorry.
Professor Snape.
Professor Snape, yes.
Frightens all.
And I believe you live with your grandmother.
Yes, but I don't want that Boggart
to turn into her, either.
No.
It won't.
I want you to picture her clothes,
only her clothes,
very clearly in your mind.
She carries a red handbag.
We don't need to hear.
As long as you see it,
we'll see it.
Now, when I open that wardrobe,
here's what I want you to do.
Excuse me.
[Whispering] Imagine Professor Snape
in your grandmother's clothes.
Can you do that?
Yes.
Wand at the ready.
One,
two,
three.
Think, Neville. Think.
Riddikulus!
Wonderful, Neville. Wonderful.
Incredible.
Okay.
To the back, Neville.
Everyone form a line.
Turn to page 394.
Excuse me, sir.
Where's Professor Lupin?
That's not really your concern, is it, Potter?
Suffice it to say that your professor finds himself
incapable of teaching at the present time.
Turn to page 394.
Werewolves?
But sir, we've just begun learning
about Red Caps and Hinkypunks.
We're not meant to start
nocturnal beasts for weeks.
Quiet.
When did she come in?
Did you see her come in?
Now,
which one of you can tell
me the difference between
an Animagus and a werewolf?
No one?
How disappointing.
Please, sir.
An Animagus is a wizard who
elects to turn into an animal.
A werewolf has no choice.
With each full moon, when he transforms,
he no longer remembers who he is.
He'd kill his best friend if he crossed his path.
Furthermore, the werewolf only
responds to the call of its own kind.
That is the second time you have
spoken out of turn, Miss Granger.
Are you incapable of restraining yourself,
or do you take pride in being
an insufferable know-it-all?
He's got a point, you know.
Now, are you sure about this, Harry?
You know this is very advanced magic,
well beyond the ordinary wizarding level.
I'm sure.
Well, everything's prepared.
Now, the spell I'm going to try to teach you is called
the Patronus Charm.
Did you ever hear of it?
No?
Well, Patronus is a kind of positive force,
and for the wizard who can conjure one,
it works something like a shield
with a Dementor feeding on it,
rather than him.
But in order for it to work,
you need to think of a memory.
Not just any memory,
a very happy memory,
a very powerful memory.
Can you do this?
Yes, very well.
Close your eyes.
Concentrate.
Explore your past.
Do you have a memory?
Allow it to fill you up.
Lose yourself within it.
Then speak the incantation,
"Expecto Patronum."
Expecto Patronum.
Very good.
Shall we?
Wand at the ready.
Expecto Patronum!
Expecto...
Expecto...
Expect...
[Screaming]
When it comes to the Dark Arts,
I believe in a practical approach.
But first, which of you can tell me
how many Unforgivable Curses there are?
Three, sir.
And they are so named?
Because they are unforgivable.
The use of any one of them will—
Will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban.
Correct.
Now, the Ministry says you're too young
to see what these Curses do.
I say different!
So, which Curse shall we see first?
Weasley!
Yes?
Give us a Curse.
The Imperius Curse?
Oh, yeah.
Gave the Ministry quite a bit of
grief a few years ago.
Perhaps this will show you why.
Hello.
Ugly, little beauty.
Engorgio.
Imperio!
[Moody] If she bites, she's lethal!
What are you laughing at?
Get off!
Talented, isn't she?
What should I have her do next?
Jump out the window?
Drown herself?
Scores of witches and wizards
have claimed that they only did
You Know Who's bidding
under the influence of the Imperius Curse.
But here's the rub...
How do we sort out the liars?
Another, another.
The Cruciatus Curse.
Correct! Correct!
Come, come.
Particularly nasty.
The torture curse.
Crucio!
Stop it!
Can't you see it's bothering him?
Stop it!
Um...
Perhaps you could give us
the last Unforgivable Curse, Miss Granger.
No?
Avada Kedavra!
The Killing Curse.
Only one person is known to have survived it.
And he's sitting in this room.
Your previous instruction in this subject
has been disturbingly uneven.
But you'll be pleased to know,
from now on, you will be
following a carefully structured,
Ministry-approved course of defensive magic.
Yes?
There's nothing in here about using defensive spells?
"Using" spells?
Well, I can't imagine why you would
need to use spells in my classroom.
We're not gonna use magic?
You will be learning about defensive spells
in a secure, risk-free way.
Well, what use is that?
If we're gonna be attacked,
it won't be risk-free.
Students will raise their hands
when they speak in my class.
It is the view of the Ministry
that a theoretical knowledge will be sufficient
to get you through your examinations.
Which, after all, is what school is all about.
And how is theory supposed to prepare us
for what's out there?
There is nothing out there, dear.
Who do you imagine wants
to attack children like yourself?
Oh, I don't know, maybe Lord Voldemort?
[Whispers] Oh my God, he just said it...
Now, let me make this quite plain.
You have been told
that a certain Dark wizard
is at large once again.
This is a lie.
It's not a lie!
I saw him, I fought him!
Detention, Mr Potter!
So, according to you, Cedric Diggory
dropped dead of his own accord?
Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident.
It was murder!
Voldemort killed him, you must know that!
Enough!
Enough.
See me later, Mr Potter.
My office.
It appears that there is a connection
between the Dark Lord's mind and your own.
Whether he is as yet
aware of this connection is,
for the moment, unclear.
Pray he remains ignorant.
You mean, if he knows about it,
then he'll be able to read my mind?
Read it. Control it.
Unhinge it.
In the past,
it was often the Dark Lord's pleasure
to invade the minds of his victims,
creating visions designed to
torture them into madness.
Only after extracting the last
exquisite ounce of agony,
only when he had them literally
begging for death would he finally
kill them.
Used properly, the power of Occlumency
will help shield you from access or influence.
In these lessons,
I will attempt to penetrate your mind.
You will attempt to resist.
Prepare yourself.
Legilimens!
Concentrate, Potter.
Focus.
What you see before you,
ladies and gentlemen,
is a curious little potion
known as Felix Felicis.
But it is more commonly referred to as—
Liquid Luck.
Yes, Miss Granger.
Liquid Luck.
Desperately tricky to make,
disastrous should you get it wrong.
One sip and you will find
that all of your endeavours succeed.
At least until the effects wear off.
So,
this is what I offer each of you today.
One tiny vial of Liquid Luck
to the student who,
in the hour that remains,
manages to brew an acceptable
Draught of Living Death.
The recipes for which can be found
on page 10 of your books.
I should point out, however,
only once did a student manage
to brew a potion of sufficient
quality to claim this prize.
Nevertheless, good luck to you all.
Let the brewing commence!
How did you do that?
Crush it, don't cut it.
No, the instructions specifically say to cut.
No, really.
Merlin's beard.
It is perfect!
So perfect,
I dare say one drop would kill us all.
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