Quotes from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (Page 2)

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.

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 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."

Molly 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.

It's never too early to think about the future, so I'd recommend Divination.

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.

Not as surprised as I am to see you in a shop, Weasley. I suppose your parents will go hungry for a month to pay for that lot.

"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?"

Of all the trees we could've hit, we had to get one that hits back.

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.