Lucius Malfoy: Who was it?
Albus Dumbledore: Voldemort.
Lucius Malfoy: Ah.
Albus Dumbledore: Only this time he chose to act through somebody else... by means of this.
Lucius Malfoy: I see.
Albus Dumbledore: Fortunately, our young Mr. Potter discovered it. One hopes that no more of Lord Voldemort's old school-things... should find their way into innocent hands. The consequences for the one responsible would be... severe.
Lucius Malfoy: Well, let us hope... that Mr. Potter will always be around to save the day.
Harry Potter: Don't worry. I will be.
Harry Potter: I couldn't help but notice certain things, certain... Certain similarities between Tom Riddle and me.
Albus Dumbledore: I see. Well, you can speak Parseltongue, Harry. Why? Because Lord Voldemort can speak Parseltongue. If I'm not mistaken, Harry... he transferred some of his powers to you... the night he gave you that scar.
Harry Potter: Voldemort transferred some of his powers to me?
Albus Dumbledore: Uh-huh. Not intentionally... but yes.
Harry Potter: So the Sorting Hat was right. I should be in Slytherin.
Albus Dumbledore: It's true. You possess many of the qualities that Voldemort himself prizes. Determination, resourcefulness... and if I may say so, a certain disregard for the rules. Why, then, did the Sorting Hat place you in Gryffindor?
Harry Potter: Because I asked it to.
Albus Dumbledore: Exactly, Harry. Exactly. Which makes you different from Voldemort. It is not our abilities that show what we truly are. It is our choices. If you want proof why you belong in Gryffindor... then I suggest you look more closely at this. (hands him The Sword of Gryffindor) Be careful.
Harry Potter (reads the inscription on the sword): Godric Gryffindor.
Albus Dumbledore: It would take a true Gryffindor to pull that out of the hat.
Rubeus Hagrid: Professor Dumbledore, sir, it wasn't Harry.
Albus Dumbledore: Hagrid...
Rubeus Hagrid: I'd be prepared to swear it in front of the Ministry.
Albus Dumbledore: Hagrid. Relax. I do not believe... that Harry attacked anyone.
Rubeus Hagrid: Of course you don't. Oh. Right. Well, I'll... I'll just wait outside, then.
Newt Scamander: Dumbledore, why can't you go?
Albus Dumbledore: I cannot move against Grindelwald. It has to be you. Well, I can't blame you... In your shoes, I'd probably refuse too. (takes the card away from him)
Newt Scamander: What?
Albus Dumbledore: It's late. Good evening, Newt.
Newt Scamander: Wait, no... (Dumbledore disapparates) Oh, come on.
(Dumbledore's hand with the card appears and puts it in Newt's pocket)
Newt Scamander: Dumbledore...
Albus Dumbledore: Do you know why I admire you, Newt? You do not seek power. Nor popularity. You simply ask, "Is a thing right?"
Albus Dumbledore: Address.
Newt Scamander: What's that?
Albus Dumbledore: A safe house in Paris.
Newt Scamander: Why would I need a safe house in Paris?
Albus Dumbledore: Should things, at some point, go terribly wrong, it's good to have a place to go. You know, for a cup of tea.
Newt Scamander: I'm scared, Professor Dumbledore.
Albus Dumbledore: Everyone is scared of something.
Albus Dumbledore: Well done, Slytherin. However, recent events must be taken into account. And I have a few last-minute points to award. To Miss Hermione Granger, for the cool use of intellect... while others were in grave peril... 50 points. Second, to Mr. Ronald Weasley, for the best-played game of chess that Hogwarts has seen these many years, 50 points. And third... to Mr. Harry Potter... for pure nerve and outstanding courage... I award Gryffindor house 60 points. Finally, it takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies... but a great deal more to stand up to your friends. I award 10 points... to Neville Longbottom. Assuming that my calculations are correct I believe... that a change of decoration is in order. Gryffindor wins the house cup.
Albus Dumbledore: Harry, do you know why... Professor Quirrell couldn't bear to have you touch him? It was because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you. And that kind of act leaves a mark. (Harry touches his scar) No, this kind of mark cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin.
Harry Potter: What is it?
Albus Dumbledore: Love, Harry. Love.
Albus Dumbledore (to Harry): What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret. So, naturally, the whole school knows.