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.

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

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

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

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."

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

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

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

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

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."

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?

You'll meet the same sticky end as your parents one of these days, Harry Potter. They were meddlesome fools, too.

Ah, Mr. Potter… Lucius Malfoy… we meet at last. Forgive me, your scar is legend. As, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you.

Hagrid: "What're you doin' here? Get outta my house!"
Lucius: "My dear man, please believe me, I have no pleasure at all in being inside your - er - d'you call this a house?"

It'll be down to you, Harry, to show them that a Seeker has to have something more than a rich father. Get to that Snitch before Malfoy or die trying, Harry, because we've got to win today, we've got to.

Slytherin wished to be more selective about the students admitted to Hogwarts. He believed that magical learning should be kept within all-magic families.

The four school houses are named after them: Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin.

My subject is History of Magic. I deal with facts, Miss Granger, not myths and legends.

Professor Binns opened his notes and began to read in a flat drone like an old vacuum cleaner until nearly everyone in the class was in a deep stupor, occasionally coming round long enough to copy down a name or date, then falling asleep again.

Being able to talk to snakes was what Salazar Slytherin was famous for. That's why the symbol of Slytherin house is a serpent.

Well, how is it that you - a skinny boy with no extraordinary magical talent - managed to defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How did you escape with nothing but a scar, while Lord Voldemort's powers were destroyed?

What have I told you about saying the "M"-word in our house?

"Get to that Snitch before Malfoy or die trying, Harry, because we've got to win today, we've got to."
"So no pressure, Harry," said Fred, winking at him.

"I didn't think ghosts provided food fit for living people at their parties."
"We weren't hungry," said Ron loudly as his stomach gave a huge rumble.

Isn't it obvious all this stuff's coming from Slytherin? The Heir of Slytherin, the monster of Slytherin - why don't they just chuck all the Slytherins out?

Brilliant! Inspired! What an entrance! Flying a car right into the Whomping Willow, people'll be talking about that one for years.

Whoops - my wand is a little over excited!

Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five times winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award. But I don't talk about that; I didn't get rid of the Banden Banshee by smiling at him.

Harry: "You're running away? After all that stuff you did in your books?"
Lockhart: "Books can be misleading."
Harry: "You wrote them!"

Well, that can sometimes happen. But, the point is, uh, you can no longer feel any pain. And, very clearly, the bones are not broken.

Lockhart: "Yes, well, the point is the bones don't hurt anymore."
Hagrid: "Bones? There aren't any bones left!"

Sword? Haven't got a sword. That boy has, though. He'll lend you one.

Yes, I know what you're thinking! "It's all right for him, he's an internationally famous wizard already!" But when I was twelve, I was just as much of a nobody as you are now. In fact, I'd say I was even more of a nobody! I mean, a few people have heard of you, haven't they? All that business with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named! I know, I know - it's not quite as good as winning Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award five times in a row, as I have - but it's a start, Harry, it's a start.

Spooky how the time flies when one's having fun.

Fame is a fickle friend, Harry. Celebrity is as celebrity does. Remember that.

Can you possibly imagine a better way to serve detention, than by helping me to answer my fan mail?

Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little dueling club, to train you all up, in case you ever need to defend yourselves, as I myself have done on countless occasions. For full details, see my published works.

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite colour?
2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?
3. What, in you opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?
On and on it went, over three sides of paper, right down to:
54. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his ideal gift be?

"His memory's gone", said Ron. "The Memory Charm backfired. Hit him instead of us. Hasn't got a clue who he is, or where he is, or who we are. I told him to come and wait here. He's a danger to himself." Lockhart peered good - naturedly up at them all. "Hello", he said. "Odd sort of place, this, isn't it? Do you live here?"

An extraordinary lightness seemed to spread through his whole body and the next second, in a rush of wings, they were flying upward through the pipe. Harry could hear Lockhart dangling bellow him, saying, "Amazing! Amazing! This is just like magic!"

Voldemort is my past, present, and future.

It was a name I was already using at Hogwarts, to my most intimate friends only, of course. You think I was going to use my filthy Muggle father's name forever? I, in whose veins runs the blood of Salazar Slytherin himself, through my mother's side? I, keep the name of a foul, common Muggle, who abandoned me even before I was born, just because he found out his wife was a witch? No, Harry. I fashioned myself a new name, a name I knew wizards everywhere would one day fear to speak, when I had become the greatest sorcerer in the world!

We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy.

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.

Fascinating, Ingenious, really how many ways Muggles have found ways of getting along without magic.

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

The Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling, from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of them, and several Slytherins were silhouetted around it in carved chairs.

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."

Arthur Weasley: "But how did you get to Diagon Alley to buy your school things last year?"
Harry Potter: "I went on the Underground -"
Arthur Weasley: "Really? Were there escapators?"

But you're Muggles! We must have a drink! What's that you've got there? Oh, you're changing Muggle money. Molly, look!

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.

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!"

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.

Let me see; red hair, vacant expressions, tatty second-hand books, you must be the Weasleys.

Busy time at the Ministry, Arthur. All those extra raids. I do hope they're paying you overtime. But, judging by the state of this, I'd say not...

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

Dreadful thing, Dumbledore, but the governors feel 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're losing your touch. How many attacks have there been now? Two more this afternoon, wasn't it? At this rate, there'll be no Muggle-borns left at Hogwarts, and we all know what an awful loss that would be to the school.

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.

"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, 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.

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

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.

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