[English]
Password?
Caput Draconis.
Wow!
Follow me, everyone.
Keep up.
Quickly, come on!
Gather round here.
Welcome to the Gryffindor common room.
Boys dormitories upstairs
and down to your left.
Girls, the same on your right.
You'll find all your belongings
have already been brought up.
What do they think they're doing?
Keeping a thing like that
locked up in a school.
You don't use your eyes, do you?
Didn't you see what it was standing on?
I wasn't looking at its feet!
I was a bit preoccupied with its heads.
Or maybe you didn't notice.
There were three!
It was standing on a trapdoor,
which means it wasn't there by accident.
It's guarding something.
Guarding something?
That's right.
Now, if you two don't mind,
I'm going to bed,
before either of you
come up with another clever idea
to get us killed.
Or worse, expelled.
Happy Christmas, Harry.
Happy Christmas, Ron.
What are you wearing?
Oh, my mum made it.
Looks like you've got one too.
I've got presents?
Yeah!
There they are.
"Your father left this in my possession
before he died.
It is time it was returned to you.
Use it well."
What is it?
Some kind of cloak.
Well, let's see then. Put it on.
Whoa!
My body's gone!
I know what that is.
That's an Invisibility Cloak!
I'm invisible?
They're really rare.
Wonder who gave it to you.
There was no name.
It just said,
"Use it well."
Trevor.
Trevor, shh!
Go, you shouldn't be here.
Neither should you.
You're sneaking out again, aren't you?
No, Neville, listen.
We were —
No!
I won't let you.
You'll get Gryffindor into trouble again.
I — I — I'll fight you.
Neville, I'm really, really sorry about this.
Petrificus Totalus.
You're a little scary sometimes.
You know that?
Brilliant,
but scary.
Let's go.
Sorry.
Sorry.
It's for your own good, you know.
You're a Parselmouth.
Why didn't you tell us?
I'm a what?
You can talk to snakes.
I know.
I mean, I accidentally set a python
on my cousin Dudley at the zoo once.
Once.
But so what?
I bet loads of people here can do it.
No, they can't.
It's not a very common gift, Harry.
This is bad.
What's bad?
If I hadn't told that snake
not to attack Justin —
Oh, that's what you said to it.
You were there.
You heard me.
I heard you speaking Parseltongue,
snake language.
I spoke a different language?
But I didn't realise...
How can I speak a language
without knowing I can?
I don't know, Harry,
but it sounded like you were
egging the snake on or something.
Harry, listen to me.
There's a reason the symbol
of Slytherin House is a serpent.
Salazar Slytherin was a Parselmouth.
He could talk to snakes too.
Exactly.
Now the whole school's
gonna think you're his
great, great, great grandson or something.
But I'm not.
I can't be.
He lived a thousand years ago.
For all we know,
you could be.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle?"
"My name is
Harry Potter."
"Do you know
anything about the Chamber of Secrets?"
"Can you tell me?"
Fortuna Major.
[The Fat Lady singing]
Here, listen.
She just won't let me in.
Fortuna Major.
No, no, no, wait.
Wait.
Watch this.
[Singing]
[High-pitched screeching]
Amazing!
Just with my voice!
Fortuna Major.
Yes, all right. Go in.
Thank you.
[The Fat Lady] Plebs.
It's just nuts that she's still
doing that after three years.
[Both] She can't even sing!
[Harry] Exactly.
[Seamus] Exactly.
Hey, man.
Ah!
Ugh!
Sirius.
[Rita Skeeter] Harry Potter, age 12,
suspect entrant in the Triwizard Tournament.
His eyes swimming
with the ghosts of his past,
and chocking back tears —
Psst.
Psst.
Sirius.
How?
I don't have much time, Harry,
so let me get straight to it.
Did you, or did you not
put your name into the Goblet of Fire?
No!
Shh!
I had to ask.
Now, tell me about this dream of yours.
You mentioned Wormtail and Voldemort,
but who was the third man in the room?
I don't know.
You didn't hear a name?
No.
Um, Voldemort was giving him a job to do.
Something important.
And what was that?
He wanted...
me.
I don't know why,
but he was gonna use this man
to get to me.
But, I mean it was only a dream, right?
Yes.
It's just a dream.
Look, Harry,
the Death Eaters at the World Cup,
your name rising from that Goblet,
these are not just coincidences.
Hogwarts isn't safe anymore.
What are you saying?
I'm saying the devils are inside the walls.
Igor Karkaroff,
he was a Death Eater.
And no one,
no one, stops being a Death Eater.
Then there's Barty Crouch,
"Heart of stone."
Sent his own son to Azkaban.
Do you think one of them
put my name in the Goblet?
I haven't a clue
who put your name in that Goblet, Harry.
But whoever did is no friend to you.
People die in this tournament.
I'm not ready for this, Sirius.
You don't have a choice.
Someone's coming.
Keep your friends close, Harry.
Who were you talking to?
What?
Who says I was talking to anyone?
I heard voices.
Maybe you're imagining things?
Wouldn't be the first time.
Probably just practicing
for your next interview, I expect.
Yes, Harry!
Knew you wouldn't die, Harry.
Lose a leg —
Or an arm!
Pack it in altogether!
[Together] Never!
Shut up!
Go on, Harry.
What's the clue?
Who wants me to open it?
[Crowd] Yeah!
Do you want me to open it?
[Crowd] Yes!
[High-pitched screeching]
What the bloody hell was that?
All right everyone,
go back to your knitting.
This is gonna be uncomfortable enough
without all you nosy sods listening in.
I reckon you have to be
barking mad to put your own name
in the Goblet of Fire.
Caught on, have you?
Took you long enough.
I wasn't the only one who
thought you'd done it.
Everyone was saying it behind your back.
Brilliant.
That makes me feel loads better.
Least I warned you about the dragons.
Hagrid warned me about the dragons.
No, no, no, I did.
No, don't you remember?
I told Hermione to tell you
that Seamus told me
that Parvati told Dean
that Hagrid was looking for you.
Seamus never actually told me anything,
so it was really me all along.
I thought we'd be all right.
You know?
After you'd figured that out.
Who — Who could possibly figure that out?
That's completely mental.
Yeah.
It is, isn't it?
I suppose I was a bit distraught.
Boys.
Dean. Seamus.
Good holiday?
All right.
Better than Seamus's anyway.
My mum didn't want me
to come back this year.
Why not?
Let me see, er,
because of you.
The Daily Prophet's been saying
a lot of things about you, Harry.
And about Dumbledore as well.
What? And your mum believes them?
Well, nobody was there
the night Cedric died.
Well I guess you should read
the Prophet then, like your stupid mother.
It'll tell you everything
you need to know.
Don't you dare
talk about my mother like that!
I'll have a go at anyone
that calls me a liar.
What's going on?
He's mad is what's going on.
Do you believe the rubbish
he's coming out with about You Know Who?
Yeah, I do.
Has anyone else
got a problem with Harry?
Skiving Snackboxes.
Sweets that make you ill.
Get you out of class whenever you like.
Obtain hours of pleasure
from uncomfortable boredom.
Care for another?
[Ron] I'm not asking you
to write all of it for me.
[Hermione] Oh, please.
It's just, I've been busy studying
for these stupid O.W.L exams.
I'll do the introduction.
That's all.
Hermione, you're honestly
the most wonderful person I've ever met.
If I'm ever rude to you again...
I'll know you've gone back to normal.
What's wrong with your hand?
Nothing.
The other hand.
You've got to tell Dumbledore.
No.
Dumbledore's got enough
on his mind right now.
Anyway, I don't want to give
Umbridge the satisfaction.
Bloody hell, Harry.
The woman's torturing you.
If the parents knew about this —
Yeah, well I haven't got any of those
have I, Ron?
Harry you've got to report this.
It's perfectly simple, you're being —
No, it's not.
Hermione, whatever this is,
it's not simple.
You don't understand.
Then help us to.
We're not learning how to defend ourselves.
We're not learning how to pass our O.W.L.s
She's taking over the entire school.
[Fudge on the radio] And will remain
the Ministry's top priority.
Furthermore, we have convincing evidence
that these disappearances
are the work of notorious mass murderer,
Sirius Black.
[Sirius] Harry!
Sirius.
What are you doing here?
Answering your letter.
You said you were worried about Umbridge.
What she doing?
Training you to kill Half-Breeds?
Sirius, she's not letting us use magic at all.
Well, I'm not surprised.
The latest intelligence is that
Fudge doesn't want you trained in combat.
[Ron] Combat?
What does he think?
We're forming some sort of wizard army?
That's exactly what he thinks.
That Dumbledore was assembling his own forces
to take on the Ministry.
He's becoming more paranoid by the minute.
The others wouldn't want me
telling you this, Harry.
But things aren't going at all well with the Order.
Fudge is blocking the truth at every turn
and these disappearances
are just how it started before.
Voldemort is on the move.
Well what can we do?
Someone's coming.
I'm sorry I can't be of more help.
But for now at least,
it looks like you're on your own.
He really is out there, isn't he?
We've got to be able to defend ourselves.
And if Umbridge refuses to teach us how,
we need someone who will.
Wet.
I mean, she was sort of crying.
That bad at it, are you?
I'm sure Harry's kissing
was more than satisfactory.
Cho spends half her time
crying these days.
Think a bit of snogging
would cheer her up.
Well, don't you understand
how she must be feeling?
Well,
obviously she's feeling sad about Cedric,
and therefore confused
about liking Harry,
and guilty about kissing him.
Conflicted because Umbridge
is threatening to sack her mum
from her job at the Ministry,
and frightened of failing her O.W.L.s
because she's so busy
worrying about everything else.
One person couldn't feel all that,
they'd explode.
That's because you've got the
emotional range of a teaspoon.
I have to admit
I thought I was gonna miss that last one.
I hope Cormac's not taking it too hard.
He's got a bit of a thing
for you, Hermione, Cormac.
He's vile.
Have you ever heard of this spell?
Sectumsempra.
No, I haven't.
And if you had a shred of self respect,
you'd hand that book in.
Not bloody likely.
He's top of the class.
He's even better than you, Hermione.
Slughorn thinks he's a genius.
What?
I'd like to know whose that book was.
Let's have a look, shall we?
No.
Why not?
The binding is fragile.
"The binding is fragile?"
Yeah.
Who's the Half-Blood Prince?
Who?
That's what it says right here.
"This book is property
of the Half-Blood Prince."
Weasley! Weasley!
Weasley! Weasley!
Weasley! Weasley!
Weasley! Weasley!
You really shouldn't have done it.
I know.
I suppose I could've just
used a Confundus Charm.
That was different.
That was try-outs,
this was an actual game.
You didn't put it in?
Ron only thought you did.
You have to get rid of it.
Today.
Take my hand.
Well, how do you feel?
Excellent.
Really excellent.
Remember,
Slughorn usually eats early,
takes a walk
and then returns to his office.
Right.
I'm going down to Hagrid's.
What?
No, Harry, you've got to
go and speak to Slughorn.
We have a plan.
I know, but I've got a really
good feeling about Hagrid's.
I feel it's the place to be tonight.
Do you know what I mean?
No.
Well, trust me,
I know what I'm doing.
Or Felix does.
Hi!