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.
Harry Potter: Fawkes?
Tom Riddle: So this is what Dumbledore sends his great defender. A songbird and an old hat.
Harry Potter: Albus Dumbledore is the greatest sorcerer in the world!
Tom Riddle: Dumbledore's been driven out of this castle by the mere memory of me.
Harry Potter: He'll never be gone. Not as long as those who remain are loyal to him.
(Harry found the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets...)
Gilderoy Lockhart: Excellent, Harry. Good work. Well, then, I'll just be... There's no need for me to stay.
Harry Potter: Yes, there is. You first.
Gilderoy Lockhart: Now, boys, what good will it do?
Ron Weasley: Better you than us.
Gilderoy Lockhart: But... Obviously, yes. Sure you don't want to test it first?
(Ron pushes him...)
Harry Potter: Professor, we have some information for you. Are you going somewhere?
Gilderoy Lockhart: Well, yes. Urgent call. Unavoidable. Got to go.
Ron Weasley: What about my sister?
Gilderoy Lockhart: Well... As to that, most unfortunate. No one regrets more than I.
Ron Weasley: You're the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. You can't go now.
Gilderoy Lockhart: I must say, when I took the job, there was nothing in the description about...
Harry Potter: You're running away? After all you did in your books?
Gilderoy Lockhart: Books can be misleading.
Harry Potter: You wrote them.
Gilderoy Lockhart: My dear boy, use your common sense. My books wouldn't have sold half as well if people didn't think I'd done those things.
Harry Potter: You're a fraud. You've been taking credit for what other wizards have done.
Ron Weasley: Is there anything you can do?
Gilderoy Lockhart: Yes, now you mention it. I'm rather gifted with Memory Charms. Otherwise, all those wizards would have gone blabbing. I'd never have sold another book. In fact, I'm going to have to do the same to you.
Harry Potter: You heard what Hagrid said. "Follow the spiders."
Ron Weasley: They're heading to the Dark Forest. Why spiders? Why couldn't it be "follow the butterflies"?
Moaning Myrtle: Here I am, minding my own business... and someone thinks it's funny to throw a book at me.
Ron Weasley: But it can't hurt if someone throws something at you. I mean, it'll just go right through you.
Moaning 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!
Harry Potter: But who threw it at you, anyway?
Moaning Myrtle: I don't know. I didn't see them. I was just sitting in the U-bend, thinking about death... and it fell through the top of my head.
It was always difficult being Harry Potter and it isn’t much easier now that he is an overworked employee of the Ministry of Magic, a husband and father of three school-age children. While Harry grapples with a past that refuses to stay where it belongs, his youngest son Albus must struggle with the weight of a family legacy he never wanted. As past and present fuse ominously, both father and son learn the uncomfortable truth: sometimes, darkness comes from unexpected places. (Wikia) │ Written by J. K. Rowling, Jack Thorne and John Tiffany