Quotes from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.

Voldemort is my past, present, and future.

Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain!

Mad and hairy? You wouldn’t be talkin' about me, now would ya?

Honestly, if you were any slower, you’d be going backward.

Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but of your goodness, Dobby never knew.

Now, Harry you must know all about Muggles, tell me, what exactly is the function of a rubber duck?

Molly Weasley: "Your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey and back last night."
Arthur Weasley: "Did you really? How did it go? I mean... That was very wrong indeed, boys. Very wrong of you."

Dobby is used to death threats, sir. Dobby gets them five times a day at home.

He got up, face livid, and pulled out his wand, but Dobby raised a long, threatening finger. "You shall go now," he said fiercely, pointing down at Mr. Malfoy. "You shall not touch Harry Potter. You shall go now."

"Offend Dobby!" choked the elf. "Dobby has never been asked to sit down by a wizard - like an equal."

Dobby cannot let Harry Potter stay here now that history is to repeat itself, now that the Chamber of Secrets is open once more.

Dobby never meant to kill. Dobby only meant to... just maim or seriously injure.

Harry Potter set Dobby free!

I'm worth twelve of you, Malfoy.

Myrtle: "D'you think I don't know what people call me behind my back? Fat Myrtle! Ugly Myrtle! Miserable, moaning, moping Myrtle!"
Peeves: "You've forgotten pimply!"

If we're not careful, we'll have another Head Boy in the family. I don't think I could stand the shame.

"You won't tease him, will you?" she added anxiously.
"Wouldn't dream of it," said Fred, who was looking as if his birthday had come early.
"Definitely not," said George, sniggering.

"Percy's been acting very oddly this summer," said George, frowning. "And he has been sending a lot of letters and spending a load of time shut up in his room... I mean, there's only so many times you can polish a prefect badge."

Make way for the heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through!

I do have feelings, you know, even if I am dead.

"If you had died, you'd have been welcome to share my toilet," said Myrtle, blushing silver.

Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself.

Dear me, what's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?

I would remind you that it is not - prudent - to appear less than fond of Harry Potter, not when most of our kind regard him as the hero who made the Dark Lord disappear.

I would have thought you'd be ashamed that a girl of no wizard family beat you in every exam.

"Weasley would like a signed photo, Potter," smirked Malfoy. "It'd be worth more than his family's whole house."

Enemies of the Heir, beware! You'll be next, Mudbloods!

His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard.
I wish he was mine, he's really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.

Myrtle: "Here I am, minding my own business, and someone thinks it's funny to throw a book at me."
Harry: "But, it can't hurt if someone throws something at you. I mean, it would just go right through you."
Myrtle: "Sure! Let's all throw books at Myrtle, because she can't feel it! Ten points if you get it through her stomach! Fifty points if it goes through her head!"

He missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomachache. He missed the castle, with its secret passageways and ghosts, his classes, the mail arriving by owl, eating banquets in the Great Hall, sleeping in his four-poster bed in the tower dormitory, visiting the gamekeeper, Hagrid, in his cabin next to the Forbidden Forest in the grounds, and especially, Quidditch, the most popular sport in the wizarding world.

Why spiders? Why couldn't it be "follow the butterflies"?

"Why, it's potty wee Potter!" cackled Peeves, knocking Harry's glasses askew as he bounced past him. "What's Potter up to? Why's Potter lurking -" Peeves stopped, halfway through a mid-air somersault.

Oh, Potter, you rotter, oh, what have you done,
You’re killing off students, you think it’s good fun.

You will also find that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it.

Arthur: "The things our lot have taken to enchanting, you wouldn't believe it-"
Molly: "Like cars, for instance?"

Harry: "I wouldn't mind knowing how Riddle got an award for special services to Hogwarts either."
Ron: "Could've been anything. Maybe he got thirty O.W.L.s or saved a teacher from the giant squid. Maybe he murdered Myrtle; that would've done everyone a favor."

Harry: "Where's Snape?"
Ron: "Maybe he's ill!"
Harry: "Maybe he's left!"
Ron: "Or he might have been sacked! I mean, everyone hates him-"
Snape: "Or maybe he's waiting to hear why you two didn't arrive on the school train."

All right there, Scarhead?

I always thought Father might be the one who got rid of Dumbledore. I told you he thinks Dumbledore's the worst Headmaster the school's ever had.

At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent.

Only a true Gryffindor could have pulled that out of the hat, Harry.