[English]
Hagrid.
Oh, hello.
Sorry, don't wish to be rude
but I'm in no fit state to
entertain today.
[All] We know about the Sorcerer's Stone.
Oh.
We think Snape's trying to steal it.
Snape?
Blimey, you're not still on about him,
are you?
Hagrid, we know he's after the stone,
we just don't know why.
Snape is one of the teachers
protecting the stone.
He's not about to steal it.
What?
You heard.
Right, come on now.
I'm a bit preoccupied today.
Wait a minute.
One of the teachers?
Of course.
There are other things
defending the stone,
aren't there?
Spells, enchantments.
That's right.
Waste of bloody time,
if you ask me.
Ain't no one gonna get past Fluffy.
Ain't a soul knows how,
except for me and Dumbledore.
I shouldn't have told you that.
I should not have told you that.
Oh, ooh, ah, ooh!
Ooh, ooh.
Uh, Hagrid, what exactly is that?
"That," it's uh...
It's, um...
I know what that is.
But, Hagrid, how did you get one?
I won it,
off a stranger I met down the pub.
Seemed quite glad to be rid of it,
as a matter of fact.
Is that
a dragon?
That's not just a dragon,
that's a Norwegian Ridgeback.
My brother Charlie works
with these in Romania.
Isn't he beautiful?
Oh, bless him, look he knows his mummy.
Hello, Norbert.
Norbert?
Yeah well, he's gotta have a name, don't he?
Don't you, Norbert?
He'll have to be trained up a bit, of course.
Who's that?
Malfoy.
Oh, dear.
Of course.
What is it?
Don't you think it's a bit odd
that what Hagrid wants more than
anything is a dragon,
and a stranger turns up who just
happens to have one?
I mean, how many people wander
around with dragon eggs in
their pocket?
Why didn't I see it before?
Hagrid, who gave you the dragon egg?
What did he look like?
I dunno.
I never saw his face.
He kept his hood up.
This stranger though,
you and he must have talked?
Well, he wanted to know what sort
of creatures I looked after.
I told him.
I said, "After Fluffy,
a dragon is gonna be no problem."
Did he seem interested in Fluffy?
Well, of course he was interested in Fluffy.
How often do you come across a
three-headed dog,
even if you're in the trade?
But I told him, I said —
I said, "The trick with any
beast is to know how to calm him."
Take Fluffy, for example,
just play him a bit of music and
he falls straight to sleep.
I shouldn't have told you that.
Ooh, this calls for
specialist equipment.
Nothing to do but wait till it stops, I'm afraid.
Ugh.
Oh, okay.
Better out than in.
Who was Ron trying to curse anyway?
Malfoy.
He called Hermione...
Um...
Well, I don't —
I don't know exactly what it means.
He called me a Mudblood.
He did not.
What's a "Mudblood?"
It means dirty blood.
Mudblood is a really foul name
for someone who is Muggle-born,
someone with non-magic parents.
Someone like me.
It's not a term one usually hears
in civilised conversation.
See, the thing is, Harry,
there are some wizards,
like the Malfoy family,
who think they're better than
everyone else because they're
what people call "pure blood."
That's horrible.
Ugh.
It's disgusting.
And it's codswallop to boot.
"Dirty blood."
Why, there isn't a wizard alive today
that's not half-blood or less.
More to the point,
they've yet to think of a spell
that our Hermione can't do.
Come here.
Don't you think on it, Hermione.
Don't you think on it for one minute.
Eh?
[Knocking]
Who's there?
Hello?
Hello!
What's that for?
Oh, nothing, I was expecting, uh...
It doesn't matter.
Come on in, just made a pot of tea.
Hagrid, are you okay?
I'm fine.
I'm all right.
Did you hear about Hermione?
Oh, yeah, I heard about that all right.
Look, we have to ask you something.
Do you know who's opened the Chamber of Secrets?
What you have to understand about that is —
[Knocking]
[Fang barking]
Quick, under the Cloak.
Don't say a word.
Be quiet.
Both of ye.
Professor Dumbledore, sir.
Good evening, Hagrid.
I wonder...
Could we?
Of course.
Come in, come in.
That's Dad's boss,
Cornelius Fudge.
The Minister for Magic.
Bad business, Hagrid.
Very bad business.
Had to come.
Three attacks on Muggle-borns.
Things have gone far enough,
the Ministry's got to act.
But I never —
You know I never, Professor.
I want it understood, Cornelius,
that Hagrid
has my full confidence.
Albus, look.
Hagrid's record is against him.
I've got to take him.
Take me?
Take me where?
Not Azkaban prison?
I'm afraid we have no choice, Hagrid.
Already here Fudge?
Good.
What are you doing 'ere?
Get outta my house!
Believe me,
I take absolutely no pleasure
being inside your...
You call this a house?
Hm.
No,
I simply called at the school
and was told the headmaster was here.
What exactly is it that you want with me?
The other governors and I have decided
it's time for you to step aside.
This is an Order of Suspension.
You'll find all twelve signatures on it.
I'm afraid we feel you've rather
lost your touch.
Well, what with all these attacks,
there'll be no Muggle-borns left at Hogwarts.
I could only imagine
what an awful loss that would be for the school.
You can't take Professor Dumbledore away.
Take him away
and the Muggle-borns won't stand a chance.
You mark my words, there'll be killings next.
You think so?
Calm yourself, Hagrid.
If the governors desire my removal,
I will, of course, step aside.
However,
you will find that help
will always be given at Hogwarts
to those who ask for it.
Admirable sentiments.
Shall we?
Fudge.
Come, Hagrid.
Well,
if, uh —
If anybody was looking for some stuff,
then all they'd have to do
would be to follow the spiders.
Yep, that'd lead 'em right.
That's all I have to say.
Oh, and someone will need to feed Fang
while I'm away.
[Fang growling]
Good boy.
Hagrid's right.
With Dumbledore gone,
there'll be an attack a day.
Look.
Well, come on.
Come on, Fang.
[Harry] Come on.
[Ron] What?
You heard what Hagrid said,
"Follow the spiders."
They're heading into the Dark Forest.
Why spiders?
Why couldn't it be, "Follow the butterflies?"
[Hagrid] Oh, look at him.
Loves the smell of the trees
when the wind blows through 'em.
Why don't we just set him free?
They'd know it was me.
And Dumbledore would get into trouble.
He's coming down, you know, Dumbledore?
Says he wants to be with me when they...
When it happens.
Great man, Dumbledore.
Great man.
We'll stay with you too, Hagrid.
You'll do no such thing.
Think I want you seeing something like that?
No.
You just drink your tea and be off.
Oh, before you do, Ron...
Scabbers!
You're alive!
Wanna keep a closer eye on your pets, Ron.
I think that means you owe someone an apology.
Right.
Next time I see Crookshanks,
I'll let him know.
I meant me!
Blimey!
What was that?
Ow!
Hagrid.
It's late.
It's nearly dark.
You shouldn't be here.
Someone sees you outside the castle
this time of night, you'll be in trouble.
Big trouble.
Particularly you, Harry.
[Knocking on door]
With you in a moment!
Quick.
Quick!
[Knocking on door]
Hagrid...
It'll be fine.
It'll be okay.
Go on, go on.
[Knocking on door]
[Dumbledore] That's the ling you see, over there.
On the slope?
[Dumbledore] Ah, Hagrid.
[Hagrid] Professor Dumbledore.
[Fudge] Good evening.
[Hagrid] Minister.
Just make your way through.
Have a tea, if you like.
[Fudge] No, Hagrid, thank you...
[Dumbledore] I'd quite like a cup of tea.
[Fudge] Well, I think we should
get down to our business, shall we?
Very well.
It is the decision of the
Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures
that the Hippogriff known as Buckbeak,
hereinafter called "the condemned"
shall be executed this day at sundown.
[Hagrid] Dear, dear...
[Dumbledore] Now, now, Hagrid.
All right. It'll be all right.
[Fudge] The execution shall dispatch...
[Harry] What?
I thought I just saw —
Never mind.
Let's go.
[Hagrid] Buckbeak didn't do no harm.
Here they come.
We better hurry.
No.
Fudge has to see Buckbeak before we steal him.
Otherwise, he'll think Hagrid set him free.
[Ron] He's alive!
[Hagrid] Wanna keep a closer eye on your pets.
That's Pettigrew.
Harry, you can't.
Hermione, that's the man who betrayed my parents.
You don't expect me to just sit here.
Yes, you must.
Harry.
You're in Hagrid's hut now.
If you just go bursting in,
you'll think you've gone mad.
Awful things happen to wizards who
meddle with time, Harry.
We can't be seen.
Fudge is coming.
And we aren't leaving.
Why aren't we leaving?
Are you mad?
Ow!
That hurt.
Sorry.
[Dumbledore] Ah, Hagrid.
We're coming out the back door.
Go!
Is that really what my hair looks like
from the back?
[Harry] Hermione.
[Harry] What?
[Hermione] Thought I just saw...
Never mind.
[Ron] Let's go!
Okay, go, Harry, go!
Go away.
Get off.
Ow!
[Fudge] All right, gentlemen, shall we
step outside?
[Dumbledore] Minister, I really think
I should sign as well.
[Fudge] Yes, very well.
In fact it would be a good thing...
Okay, Buckbeak, come quickly.
Come with us now, hey.
Come on.
Keep trying.
Come on.
Quickly.
Buckbeak.
Okay.
Quickly.
Hurry up, okay?
[Fudge] Here on the line.
Your name only.
[Dumbledore] It is a very long name, Minister.
Hurry up, now, Buckbeak.
Okay?
Come on.
Come on, Buckbeak.
Come and get the nice, dead ferret.
Come on.
It's here.
Come on, Beaky.
And here we are, Minister.
Follow me.
Now, look there.
You see?
Where?
Look, beyond the rocks.
What am I supposed to see?
Professor Dippet had
that ling planted
when he was headmaster.
Oh, yes.
Indeed, indeed.
And all the strawberries, you see.
[Fudge] Strawberries?
[Hermione] Come on, Buckbeak.
[Fudge] I see no strawberries.
[Dumbledore] Over there.
[Fudge] Where?
[Dumbledore] Over there, look.
[Fudge] Oh, let's get this over, please.
All right.
But, where is it?
I saw the beast just now.
Not a moment ago!
[Dumbledore] How extraordinary.
Buckbeak.
[Fudge] Oh, come now, Dumbledore.
Someone's obviously released it.
Hagrid...
Buckbeak.
[Dumbledore] I don't think the Minister's suggesting
that you had anything to do with this, Hagrid.
After all, how could you?
You've been with us all the time.
Well, right.
Well, well...
We must search the grounds.
Well, search the skies if you must, Minister.
Meanwhile, I'd like a nice cup of tea,
or a large brandy.
Oh, executioner,
your services are no longer required.
Thank you.
You'll find no small glasses in this house, Professor.
[Umbridge] I will say this one last time.
I'm ordering you to tell me where you've been.
I told you.
I've been away for me health.
Your health?
Bit of fresh air, you know?
Oh, yes.
As gamekeeper,
fresh air must be difficult to come by.
If I were you,
I shouldn't get too used to being back.
In fact,
I mightn't bother unpacking at all.
This is top secret, right?
Dumbledore sent me to parley with the giants.
Giants?
Shh.
You found them?
Well, they're not that hard to find,
to be perfectly honest.
They're so big, see?
I tried to convince them,
to join the cause,
but I wasn't the only one
that was trying to win them over.
Death Eaters.
Yes.
Trying to persuade them
to join You Know Who.
And did they?
I gave them Dumbledore's message.
I suppose some of them remember
he was friendly to them,
I suppose.
And they did this to you?
Not exactly, no.
Go on, you have it then,
you dozy dog.
It's changing out there.
Just like last time.
There's a storm coming, Harry.
We'd all best be ready when she does.
♫ Laid him to rest.
And his wand snapped in two,
which was sad. ♫
I had him from an egg, you know?
Tiny little thing he was when he hatched,
no bigger than a Pekingese.
A Pekingese, mind you.
How sweet.
I once had a fish, Francis.
He was very dear to me.
One afternoon I came downstairs,
and he'd vanished.
Poof!
It's very odd, isn't it?
Isn't it?
But that's life,
I suppose.
You —
You go along and then suddenly...
Poof.
Poof.
Poof.
[Hagrid snoring]
It was a student who gave me Francis.
One spring afternoon,
I discovered a bowl on my desk.
With just a few inches
of clear water in it.
And floating on the surface
was a flower petal.
As I watched, it sank.
Just before it reached the bottom,
it transformed
into a wee fish.
It was beautiful magic.
Wondrous to behold.
The flower petal had
come from a lily.
Your mother.
The day I came downstairs,
the day the bowl was empty,
was the day your mother...
I know why you're here,
but I can't help you.
It would ruin me.
Do you know why I
survived, Professor?
The night I got this?
Because of her.
Because she sacrificed herself.
Because she refused to step aside.
Because her love was more
powerful than Voldemort.
Don't say his name.
I'm not afraid of the name, Professor.
I'm going to tell you something,
something others have only guessed at.
It's true,
I am the Chosen One.
Only I can destroy him.
But in order to do so,
I need to know what Tom Riddle
asked you all those years ago
in your office, and I need to know
what you told him.
Be brave, Professor.
Be brave like my mother.
Otherwise, you disgrace her.
Otherwise, she died for nothing.
Otherwise,
the bowl will remain empty
forever.
Please,
don't think badly of me when you see it.
You have no idea what
he was like, even then.