Harry Potter (Гарри Поттер) 2


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 Harry Potter (The chamber of secret)

Characters:Harry,Hermione, Malfoy,  Professor Quirrell,Hat-teacher

 In front of the hat

Professor Quirrell:When I call your name, you will come forth. I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head......and you will be sorted into your houses.    Hermione Granger.

Hermione:Oh, no. Okay, relax.

Hat:Mental, that one, I'm telling you. Right, then. Right. Okay. Gryffindor!

Professor Quirrell: Draco Malfoy.


Professor Quirrell: Harry Potter.

Hat:Difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There's talent, oh, yes.

And a thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you?

Harry: Not Slytherin, not Slytherin! Every wizard who went bad was in Slytherin. 

Hat: Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure? You could be great, you know. It's all here, in your head. And Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that. No? Well, if you're sure.  Better be......Gryffindor!

Professor Quirrell:Your attention, please. Let the feast begin.

Flying lesson

Professor Quirrell:Good afternoon. Welcome to your first flying lesson. What are you waiting for? Step up to your broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your hand over the broom and say, "Up."

Hermione: Up!


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Professor Quirrell: With feeling.

(Hermione's broom hit him on her head. Harry laughs. )

Professor Quirrell:Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. Grip it tight. You don't wanna be sliding off the end. When I blow my whistle, I want you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment...then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle. Three, two....

(Suddenly she hears the bell. )

Harry:Professor Dumbledore wants to see you.

Professor Quirrell: Keep your feet on the ground while I take him to the hospital wing. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air...

(Professor Quirrell leaves the field. Malfoy takes the ball.)

Hermione: Give it here, Malfoy.

Malfoy: No. I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find. How about on the roof? What's the matter, Potter?

Bit beyond your reach?

Hermione: Harry, no way! You heard what Professor Quirrell said.

Malfoy: Besides, you don't know how to fly.

Harry:Give it here or I'll knock you off your broom!

Malfoy: Is that so? Have it your way, then.

(Malfoy and Harry start flying on their brooms trying to catch the ball.)

Hermione:That was wicked, Harry!

(Professor Quirrell stops the racing.)

Professor Quirrell: Harry Potter! Follow me. You wait here.

Harry:Professor Quirrell, excuse me.

(Harry turns to Malfoy.)

Harry:You know that I will win! 



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