Sirius Black: Sorry about the bite. I reckon that twinges a bit.
Ron Weasley: A bit? A bit? You almost tore my leg off!
Sirius Black: I was going for the rat. Normally, I have a very sweet disposition as a dog. In fact, more than once, James suggested that I make the change permanent. The tail I could live with. But the fleas, they're murder.
(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.
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