Hermione: Harry, where's the horcrux?
Harry: The ghost of Helena Ravenclaw, she told me the diadem was hidden here. I can feel it.
Draco: That's my wand, Potter.
Harry: I don't think so. Its allegiance is to me now. You want it, you'll have to win it back.
Goyle: Come on, Draco. Don't be a coward. Just do him. Crucio!
Watch your back, Potter. We'll be waiting.
Ron: Harry, you okay?
Harry: I'm fine, but we'll have to keep an eye out for them.
Hermione: Come on, let's find the diadem.
Draco: Serves you right.
Hermione: You might as well show yourself, Blaise.
Draco: Potter, you have something of mine. I'd like it back.
Harry: What's wrong with the wand you have?
Draco: It's my mother's. It doesn't understand me.
Don't get used to that wand. You won't have it for very long.
Ron: No pressure, mate, but we've got some really unpleasant company. Any sign of this diadem thing?
Harry: It doesn't feel very close, but I think we're going the right way.
Hermione: Ron, you do know what a diadem is, don't you?
Ron: Hermione, of course I do. It's the. . . what we're looking for.
Hermione: There we go.
Goyle: Hello, Potter.
Draco: Wait, don't wreck the room. This diadem sounds important to him.
Goyle: What's that matter? It's Potter the Dark Lord wants. Who cares about a diadem?
You bludger! There's plenty of places for us to hide in here, Potter.
Ron: That's it.
Draco: Potter came in here to get a diadem, so that must mean. . .
Goyle: Must mean? Who cares what you think? I don't take orders from you no more, Draco.
Goyle: Draco should've done you when he had the chance. This ain't over, Potter. We'll hand you over to the Dark Lord, Potter. Then you'll be sorry.
Ron: What's that?
Hermione: Don't worry, I think it's fine.
Ron: Do you hear Goyle and Draco? I think they've fallen out.
Harry: Yeah, and Goyle seems pretty dangerous.
Hermione: Okay, I'll move it.
Harry: Get back!
Hermione: Harry, it's Draco.
Draco: Give me my wand, Potter.
Harry: No, I don't think so.
Draco: You still have my wand, Potter.
Harry: Get lost, Malfoy.