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ÀÌ ´ëº»ÀÌ ¸¹Àº ºÐµé¿¡°Ô µµ¿òÀÌ µÆÀ¸¸é ÇÏ´Â ¹Ù·¥ÀÔ´Ï´Ù. À̰Šº¸½Ã°í ¿µ¾î ½Ç·Âµµ ¸¹ÀÌ ´Ã·Áº¸½Ã±â ¹Ù¶ø´Ï´Ù. (ÇÁ¸®ºª°¡) Albus Dumbledore : I should have known that you would be here Professor McGonagall. Minerva McGonagall : Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. McGonagall : Are the rumors true, Albus? Dumbledore : I'm afraid so, Professor. The good... and the bad. McGonagall : And the boy? Dumbledore : Hagrid is bringing him. McGonagall : Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this? Dumbledore : Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life. (ÇØ±×¸®µå, ¿ÀÅä¹ÙÀÌ Å¸°í ³¯¾Æ¿Â´Ù) Rubeus Hagrid : Professor Dumbledore, sir. Professor McGonagall. Dumbledore : No problems, I trust, Hagrid? Hagrid : No, sir. Little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. Try not to wake him. There you go. McGonagall : Albus, do you really think it's safe leaving him with these people? I've watched them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are... Dumbledore : The only family he has. McGonagall : This boy will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know his name. Dumbledore : Exactly. He's far better off growing up away from all of that. Until he's ready. There, there, Hagrid. It's not really good-bye, after all. Good luck, Harry potter. (Mr. and Mrs. Dursley's house) Petunia Dursley : Now! Dudley Dursley : Wake up, cousin! We're going to the zoo! Petunia : Oh! Here he comes, the birthday boy. Vernon Dursley : Happy birthday, son. Petunia : Why don't you just cook the breakfast and try not to burn anything. Harry Potter : Yes, Aunt Petunia. Petunia : I want everything to be perfect for my Dudley's special day! Vernon : Hurry up! Bring my coffee, boy. Harry : Yes, Uncle Vernon. Petunia : Aren't they wonderful, darling? Dudley : How many are there? Vernon : 36. Counted them myself. Dudley : 36?! But last year I had 37! Vernon : Ah, yes, but some of them are quite a bit bigger than last year's. Dudley : I don't care how big they are! Petunia : Oh, now, now, now, now. This is what we're going to do, is that... when we go out, we're going to buy you two new presents. How's that, popkin? (µ¿¹°¿ø¿¡ °¡±â À§Çؼ­ Â÷¸¦ Ÿ·¯ ³ª¿Â ÇØ¸®, ¹ö³í, ÆäÅõ´Ï¾Æ, µÎµé¸®) Petunia : This will be a lovely day at the zoo. I'm looking forward to it. Vernon : I'm warning you now, boy. Any funny business, any at all... and you won't have any meals for a week. Get in. (µ¿¹°¿ø µµÂø. ¹ìÀÌ ¾È¿¡ ÀÖÀ½.) Dudley : Make it move. Vernon : Move! Dudley : Move! Harry : He's asleep. Dudley : He's boring. Harry : Sorry about him. He doesn't understand what it's like, lying there day after day... watching people press their ugly faces in on you. (¹ìÀÌ À®Å©ÇÔ) Harry : Can you hear me? (¹ìÀÌ Çú¹Ù´ÚÀ» ³»¹Ò) Harry : It's just... I've never talked to a snake before. Do you... I mean... Do you talk to people often? (¹ìÀÌ ¡°No"ÀÇ Àǹ̷Π°í°³¸¦ Èçµë) Harry : You're from Burma, aren't you? Was it nice there? Do you miss your family? (¹ìÀÌ ¹«¾ð°¡¸¦ °¡¸®Å´) ¡°Bred in Captivity" Harry : I see. That's me as well. I never knew my parents either. Dudley : Mommy, Dad, come here! You won't believe what this snake is doing! (Dudley°¡ Harry¸¦ ¹ÐÃij»°í´Â ¹ìÀ» º»´Ù. ±×·¯ÀÚ Harry°¡ À¯¸®Ã¢À» °­ÇÏ°Ô ÀÀ½ÃÇϰí, À¯¸®Ã¢ÀÌ »ç¶óÁø´Ù. ±×¸®°í µÎµé¸®°¡ ¹ì ÂÊÀ¸·Î ¶³¾îÁø´Ù.) Snake : Thanks. Harry : Anytime. People : Snake! (À¯¸®Ã¢ÀÌ ´Ù½Ã »ý±è) Dudley : Mom, mommy! Mom, mom, mom, help me! Help me, please! Please! please! Petunia : My darling boy! How did you get in there?! Oh my goodness! How did you get it there?! Please! Is there a snake? Is there a snake? (Áý) Petunia : It's all right, sweetheart. It's all right. We'll get you out of these terribly wet... Vernon : What happened?! Harry : I swear, I don't know! One minute the glass was there and then it was gone, it was like magic. Vernon : There's no such thing as magic. (´ÙÀ½³¯ ¾ÆÄ§, ¿ìÆí¹°À» °¡Áö°í ¿Â ÇØ¸®) Vernon : Oh, Marge is ill. Ate a funny whelk. Dudley : Dad, look! Harry's got a letter! Harry : Hey! Hey, give it back. It's mine! Vernon : Yours? Who would be writing to you? (´ÙÀ½³¯. ºÎ¾ûÀ̰¡ Áý ¾Õ¿¡ ÆíÁö¸¦ ¶³¾î¶ß¸²) Vernon : No more mail through this letter box. (¿ìÆíÇÔÀ» ¸·¾Æ¹ö¸²) Petunia : Oh, have a lovely day at the office, dear. (¹ö³íÀÇ ÀÚµ¿Â÷ À§¿¡ ºÎ¾ûÀ̵éÀÌ ÀÖÀ½) Vernon : Shoo! Go on. (±× ´ÙÀ½³¯Àº ÆíÁö¸¦ ºÒ¿¡ Å¿ö¹ö¸²) Vernon : Fine day, Sunday. In my opinion, best day of the week. Why is that, Dudley? Harry : Because there's no post on Sundays? Vernon : Right you are, Harry. No post on Sunday. Ha! No blasted letters today! No, sir! Not one single bloody letter. Not one! (ºÎ¾ûÀ̰¡ Áý¹Û¿¡ ¸¹ÀÌ ¸ð¿©µë) Vernon : No, sir. Not one blasted, miserable... (ÀÌ ¶§, º®³­·Î¿¡¼­ ÆíÁö°¡ ¸¶±¸ ¸¶±¸ ³ª¿È) Dudley : Make it stop! Vernon : Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! (ÇØ¸®°¡ ÆíÁö¸¦ ÀâÀ¸·Á°í ÇÔ) Dudley : Mommy, Mommy... tell me what's happening?! Vernon : Give me that! Give me that letter! Harry : Get off! They're my letters! Let go of me. Vernon : That's it! We're going away! Far away... where they can't find us! Dudley : Dad has gone mad, hasn't he? (¿Üµý¼¶. ÇØ¸®¸¸ »©°í ´Ù ÀÚ°í ÀÖÀ½. ÇØ¸®°¡ ¹Ù´Ú¿¡ »ýÀÏ ÄÉÀÌÅ©¸¦ ±×¸².) Harry : Make a wish, Harry. (¹®ÀÌ Èçµé¸²) Vernon : Who's there? (¹®À» ºÎ¼ö°í ÇØ±×¸®µå°¡ µé¾î¿È) Hagrid : Sorry about that. Vernon : I demand that you leave at once, sir. You are breaking and entering. Hagrid : Dry up, Dursley, you great prune.(µÎµé¸®¸¦ º¸¸ç) Mind, I haven't seen you since you was a baby, Harry, but... you're a bit more along that I'd of expected, particularly round the middle. Dudley : Uh, I'm, I'm not Harry. Harry : Uh, I am. Hagrid : Well, Of course you are. Got something for you. 'Fraid I might have sat on it at some point, but I imagine it'll still taste fine just the same. (ÇØ±×¸®µå, ÁÖ¸Ó´Ï¿¡¼­ ¹«¾ð°¡ ²¨³» ÇØ¸®¿¡°Ô ÁØ´Ù) Hagrid : Ah! Baked it myself, words and all. Harry : Thank you. Hagrid : It's not every day your young man turns eleven now, is it? Eh? Harry : Excuse me, but... who are you? Hagrid : Rubeus Hagrid. Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts. Of course, you'll know all about Hogwarts. Harry : Sorry, no. Hagrid : No? Blimey, Harry, didn't you ever wondered where your mom and dad learned it all? Harry : Learned what? Hagrid : You're a wizard, Harry. Harry : I'm a what? Hagrid : A wizard. And a thumping good one. I'd wager, once you're trained up a little. Harry : No, You've made a mistake, I mean... I can't be a, uh, a wizard. I mean, I'm just... Harry. Just Harry. Hagrid : Well, Just Harry, did you ever make anything happen, anything you couldn't explain when yo u were angry or scared? (ÇØ±×¸®µå°¡ ÆíÁö¸¦ °Ç³×ÁØ´Ù. ÇØ¸®°¡ Àд´Ù.) Harry : "Dear, Mr. Potter, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Vernon : He will not be going, I tell you we swore when we took him in we'd put a stop to all this rubbish. Harry : You knew? You know all along and you never told me? Petunia : Of course. I knew. How could you not be? My perfect sister, being who she was. Oh, My mother and father were so proud the day she got her letter. 'We have a witch in the family. Isn't it wonderful?' I was the only one to see her for what she was. A freak! And then she met that Potter, and then she had you... and I knew you would be the same. Just as strange, just as... abnormal. And then, if you please, she went and got herself blown up and we got landed with you. Harry : Blown up! You told me my parents died in a car crash. Hagrid : A car crash?! A car crash killed Lily and James Potter? Petunia : We had to say something. Vernon : It's an outrage! Hagrid : It's a scandal! Vernon : He'll not be going. Hagrid : Oh, oh, oh, and I suppose a great Muggle like yourself is going to stop him... are you? Harry : Muggle? Hagrid : Nonmagie folk. This boy's had his name down ever since he were born. He's going to the finest school of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the world and he'll be under ther finest headmaster that Hogwarts has ever seen. Albus Dumbledore. Vernon : I will not pay to have some crackpot old fool teach him magic tricks. Hagrid : Never insult Albus Dumbledore, in front of me. (ÇØ±×¸®µå°¡ ¿ì»êÀ¸·Î µÎµé¸®ÀÇ ¾ûµ¢ÀÌ¿¡ µÅÁö²¿¸®°¡ »ý±â°Ô ÇÔ) Petunia : What? Dudley : Ah! Vernon, Petunia, Dudley : No! No! Hagrid : Oh, well, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone at Hogwarts about that. Strictly speaking, I'm not allowed to do magic. Harry : Okay. Hagrid : Uh! We're a bit behind schedule. Best be off. Unless you'd rather stay, of course. Hmm? (ÇØ¸®°¡ ÇØ±×¸®µå¸¦ µû¶ó ³ª°¨) Harry : "All students must be equipped with one standard size two pewter cauldron and may bring, if they desire either an owl, a cat or a toad. Can we find all this in London? Hagrid : If you know where to go. (¸®Å°Äݵ己À¸·Î µé¾î°¨. ¸®Å°Äݵ己 ¾È) Tom : Ah... Hagrid! The usual, I presume. Hagrid : No, thanks, Tom. I'm on official Hogwarts business. Just helping young Harry buy his school supplies. Tom : Bless my soul. It's Harry Potter! Person1 : Welcome back, Mr. Potter. Welcome back. Person2 : Doris Crockford, Mr. Potter. I can't believe I'm meeting you at last. Quirrell : Harry... Potter. Can't tell you how pleased I am to meet you. Hagrid : Hello, Professor. I didn't see you there, Harry, This is Professor Quirrell. He'll be your Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher at Hogwarts. Harry : Oh, nice to meet you. Quirrell : Fearfully fascinating subject. Not that you need it, hey... Potter? Hagrid : Yes, well, must be going now. Lots to buy. Harry : Good-bye. Hagrid : See, Harry? You're famous? Harry : But why am I famous, Hagrid? All those people back there, how is it they know who I am? Hagrid : I'm not sure I'm exactly the right person to tell you that, Harry. (ÇØ±×¸®µå°¡ ¿ì»êÀ¸·Î º®µ¹ ¸î °³¸¦ ħ. ´ÙÀÌ¾Ö°Ç ¾Ù¸®°¡ ³ªÅ¸³².) Hagrid : Welcome, Harry, to Diagon Alley. (ÀÌ °¡°Ô Àú °¡°Ô¸¦ °¡¸®Å°¸é¼­)Here's where you get your quills and your ink. Over there, all your bits and bobs for doing your wizardry. Person3 : Two and it's done. Person4 : No, just one. Child 1 : A racing broom! Child 2 : Wow, look at it! The new Nimbus 2000! Child 3 : It's the fastest model yet. Harry : But, Hagrid, how am I to pay for all this? I haven't any money. Hagrid : Well, there's your money, Harry. Gringotts, the wizard bank. Ain't no safer place. Not one. Except, perhaps, Hogwarts. (±×¸°°íÆ® ¾È) Harry : Uh, Hagrid... What exactly are these things? Hagrid : They're goblins, Harry. Clever as they come, goblins, but not the most friendly of beasts. Best stay close. Hagrid : Mr. Harry Potter wishes to make a withdrawal. Goblin : Oh. And does Mr. Harry Potter have his key? Hagrid : Oh, wait a minute. Got it here somewhere. Ha? There's the little devil. Oh, and there's something else as well. Professor Dumbledore gave me this. It's about you-know-what in vault you-know-which. Goblin : Very well. Goblin2 : Vault 687. Lamp, please. Key, please. (±Ý°í¸¦ ¿­¾ú´Ù.) Hagrid : Didn't think your mom and dad would leave you with nothing, now did you? Goblin2 : Vault 713. Harry : What's in there, Hagrid? Hagrid : Can't tell you, Harry. Hogwarts' business. Very secret. Goblin2 : Stand back. Hagrid : Best not to mention this to anyone, Harry. (713±Ý°í¿¡¼­ ²¨³½ ¹«¾ð°¡¸¦ ÁÖ¸Ó´Ï¿¡ ³ÖÀº ÇØ±×¸®µå¿Í ÇØ¸®´Â ¹ÛÀ¸·Î ³ª¿È) Harry : I still need a wand. Hagrid : A wand? Well, you want Ollivanders. There's no place better. Why don't you run along there and wait. I've just got one more thing. I got to do. Won't be long. (¿Ã¸®¹ê´õ½º) Harry : Hello? Hello? Ollivander : I wondered when I'd be seeing you, Mr. Potter. It seems only yesterday... that your mother and father were in here buying their first wands. Ah! Here we are. Give it a wave. (ÇØ¸®°¡ ÁöÆÎÀ̸¦ Èֵθ§. »óÀÚµéÀÌ Æ¢¾î³ª¿È.) Ollivander : Apparently, not. Perhaps this. (ÇØ¸®°¡ ´Ù¸¥ ÁöÆÎÀ̸¦ Èֵθ§. À¯¸®°¡ ±úÁü.) Ollivander : No! No! Definitely not. No matter. (a few minutes later) I wonder? (ÇØ¸®°¡ ¶Ç ´Ù¸¥ ÁöÆÎÀ̸¦ ÈçµéÀÚ ¾Æ¹« Àϵµ ÀϾÁö ¾ÊÀ½) Ollivander : Curious. Very curious. Harry : Sorry, but what's curious? Ollivander : I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather resides in your wand, gave another feather. Just one other. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand, when its brother gave you that scar. Harry : And who owned that wand? Ollivander : We do not speak his name. The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. It's not always clear why. But I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things. Terrible... yes. But great. Hagrid : Harry. Harry. Happy Birthday. (ÇØ±×¸®µåÀÇ ¼Õ¿¡´Â »õÀå°ú ÇÔ²² »õÀå ¾È¿¡´Â ÇÏ¾á ºÎ¾ûÀ̰¡ µé¾îÀÖ´Ù.) Harry : Wow! Hagrid : You all right, Harry? You seemed very quiet. Harry : He killed my parents, didn't he? The one who gave me this(this means scar). you know, Hagrid. I know you do. Hagrid : First. and understand this, Harry, because it's very important... Not all wizards are good. Some of them go bad. A few years ago... there was a wizard who went as bad as you can go, His name was V--. His name was V--. Harry : Maybe if you wrote it down? Hagrid : No, I can't spell it. All right... Voldemort. Harry : Voldemort! Hagrid : Shh! It was dark times, Harry, dark times. Voldemort started to gather some followers. Brought them over to the Dark Side. Anyone that stood up to him ended up dead. Your parents fought against him. But nobody lived once he'd decided to kill them. Nobody. Not one. Except you. Harry : Me? V oldemort tried to kill...me? Hagrid : Yes. That ain't no ordinary cut on your forehead, Harry. A mark like that curse, and an evil curse at that. Harry : What happened to V--, to You-Know-Who? Hagrid : Well, Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. No, I reckon he's out there still. Too tried to carry on. But one thing's absolutely certain. something about you stumped him that night. That's why you're famous. That's why everybody knows your name. You're the boy who lived. (¿ªÀ¸·Î °¡´Â ±æ) Hagrid : What are you looking at? Blimey, is that the time?! Sorry, Harry, I 'm gonna have to leave you. Dumbledore will be wanting his, uh... well, he'll be wanting to see me. Now, uh, your train leaves in ten minutes. Here's your ticket. And stick to it, Harry, that's very important. Stick to your ticket. Harry : "Platform nine and three-quarters"? But Hagrid, there must be a mistake. This says platform nine and three-quarters. There's no such thing, is there? (ÁÖÀ§¸¦ µÑ·¯º¸´Ï ÇØ±×¸®µå´Â ¾ø´Ù.) (Å·½ºÅ©·Î½º ¿ª ¾È) A trainman1 : Stand clear of the doors! Person5 : Sorry. Harry : Excuse me, Excuse me. A trainman2 : Through the passageway on you left, madam. Harry : Excuse me, sir. Can you tell me where I might find platform nine and three- quarters? A trainman2 : Nine and three-quarters? You think you're being funny, do you? Molly Weasley : It's the same every year, packed with Muggles, of course. Come on! Harry : Muggles? Molly : Platform nine and three-quarters, this way. All right, Percy, you first. (ÆÛ½Ã°¡ 9¿Í 4ºÐÀÇ 3 ½Â°­ÀåÀ¸·Î µé¾î°¡´õ´Ï »ç¶óÁø´Ù.) Molly : Fred, you next. Geroge Weasley : He's not Fred, I am. Fred Weasley : Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother! Molly : I am sorry, George. Fred : I'm only joking. I am Fred. (ÇÁ·¹µå¿Í Á¶Áö ¿ª½Ã 9¿Í 4ºÐÀÇ 3 ½Â°­ÀåÀ¸·Î µé¾î°¡´õ´Ï »ç¶óÁø´Ù) Harry : Excuse me...Could, could you tell me...how...to.. Molly : Wh- How to get onto the platform? Yes, not to worry, dear. It's Ron's first time to Hogwarts as well. Now all you've got to do is... walk straight at the wall between platforms nine and ten. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Ginny Weasley : Good luck. (ÇØ¸® ¿ª½Ã 9¿Í 4ºÐÀÇ 3 ½Â°­ÀåÀ¸·Î ¹«»çÈ÷ µé¾î¿È. È£±×¿ÍÆ® ±ÞÇà¿­Â÷°¡ º¸ÀÓ) (±âÂ÷¿¡ ¾É¾ÆÀÖ´Â ÇØ¸®) Ron Weasley : Excuse me. Do you mind? Everywhere else is full. Harry : Not at all. Ron : I'm Ron, by the way, Ron Weasley. Harry : I'm Harry, Harry Potter. Ron : So, So, is it true? I mean, do you really have the...the... Harry : The what? Ron : The scar? Harry : Oh, yeah. Ron : Wicked! Person6 : Anything off the trolley, dears? Ron : No, thanks. I'm all set. Harry : We'll take the lot. Ron : Whoa! Harry : ?Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans?? Ron : They mean every flavor. There's chocolate and peppermint. And there's also... spinach, liver and tripe. George sweared he got a booger-flavored one once. Harry : These aren't real frogs, are they? Ron : It's just a spell. Besides, it's the cards you want. Each pack has got a famous witch or wizard. I've got about 500 myself. Watch it! Oh, that's rotten luck. They've only got one good jump in them to begin with. I've got Dumbledore! I've got six of him. Harry : Hey, he's gone! Ron : Well... You can't expect him to hang around all day. Can you? This is Scabbers, by the way. Pathetic, isn't he? Harry : Just a little bit. Ron : Fred gave me a spell that's to turn him yellow. Want to see? Harry : Yeah. Ron : Sun- Hermione Granger : Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Nelville's lost one. Ron : No. Hermione : Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see, then. Ron : Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow. Turns this stupid, fat rat yellow! Hermione : Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, is it? Of course, I've only tried a few simple ones myself... but they've all worked for me. For example... Oculus Reparo. (Ç츣¹Ì¿Â´ÀÀÇ ¸¶¹ý ÁöÆÎÀÌ¿¡¼­ ºÒ²ÉÀÌ ÁöÁöÁ÷ ³­´Ù. ÇØ¸®°¡ ¾È°æÀ» ¹þ¾îº»´Ù. ¾È°æÀÌ ÈξÀ Àß º¸ÀδÙ.) Hermione : That's better, isn't it? Holy cricket, you're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger. And you are...? Ron : I'm Ron Weasley. Hermione : A pleasure. You two had better change into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon. You've got dirt on your nose, by the way. Did you know? Just there. (±âÂ÷°¡ ¸ØÃß°í ÀÖÀ½.) Hagrid : Right, then. First years! This way, please. Come on, now, first years, don't be shy. Come on, now, hurry up! Hello, Harry. Harry : Hey, Hagrid. Ron : Whoa! Hagrid : Right then, this way to the boats. Come on, now, follow me. (¼º¿¡ °¡±â À§ÇØ ¹è¸¦ Ž) Harry : Wow! Ron : Oh my god, wow! Wicked! (¼º ¾È) McGonagall : Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats... you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Now while you're here... your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule-breaking and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup. Nelville Longbottom : Trevor! Sorry. McGonagall : The sorting Ceremony will begin momentarily. Draco Malfoy : It's true then... what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts. Nelville : Harry Potter? Malfoy : This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.(¿·¿¡ ÀÖ´ø ·ÐÀÌ Å±Å±´í´Ù) Think my name is funny, do you? I've no need to ask yours. Red hair and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasley. You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better that others, Potter. You don't wanna go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you... there. (¸»Æ÷À̰¡ ¾Ç¼öÀÇ Àǹ̷Π¼ÕÀ» ³»¹ÐÁö¸¸ ÇØ¸®´Â ÇÏÁö ¾Ê´Â´Ù.) Harry : I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks. McGonagall : We're ready for you now. Follow me. (¸Æ°í³ª°É ±³¼ö¸¦ µû¶ó ¿¬È¸ÀåÀ¸·Î µé¾î°£´Ù) Hermione : It's not real, ceiling. It's just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in "Hogwarts : A History." McGonagall : Will you wait along here, please. Now, before we begin... Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words. Dumbledore : I have a few start-of-term notices I wish to announce. The first years, please note that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch has asked me to remind you that the third-floor corridor, on the right-hand side, is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you. McGonagall : Now 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. Ron : Mental, that one, I'm telling you. The Sorting Hat : Ah, right, then. Mmm, right. Okay! Gryffindor! McGonagall : Draco Malfoy. The Sorting Hat : Slytherin! Ron : There's not a witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin. McGonagall : Susan Bones. (½º³×ÀÌÇÁ°¡ ÇØ¸®¸¦ ³ë·Áº½.) Ron : Harry, What is it? The Sorting Hat : Where shall I put you? Harry : Nothing. Nothing. I'm fine. The Sorting Hat : Let's see... I know! Hufflepuff! McGonagall : Ronald Weasley. The Sorting Hat : Hah! Another Weasley! I know just what to do with you. Gryffindor! McGonagall : Harry Potter. The Sorting Hat : Hmm... 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! The Sorting 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, there's no doubt about that! No? Well, if you're sure... Better be... Gryffindor! Gryffindor's Students : Well done! We've got Potter! We've got Potter! McGonagall : Your attention, please. Dumbledore : Let the feast begin. Harry : Whoa! (´Ùµé À½½ÄÀ» ¸Ô´Â´Ù) Seamus Finigan : I'm half and half. My dad's a Muggle, Mom's a witch. Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out. Harry : Say, Percy, who's that teacher talking to Quirrell? Percy Weasley : Oh, That's Snape, head of Slytherin house. Harry : What's he teach? Percy : Potions. But everyone knows it's the Dark Arts he fancies. He's been after Quirrell's job for years. Nearly Headless Nick : Hello! How are you? Welcome to Gryffindor. (¿©±âÀú±â¼­ À¯·ÉµéÀÌ Æ¢¾î³ª¿Â´Ù) The Other Table¡®s Students : Look, the Bloody Baron! Percy : Hello, sir Nicholas. Have a nice summer? Nick : Dismal. Once again, my request to join the Headless Hunt has been denied. Ron : I know you. You're Nearly Headless Nick. Nick : I prefer "Sir Nicholas,"if you don't mind. Hermione : Nearly Headless? How can you be "nearly"headless? (´ÐÀÌ ÀÚ½ÅÀÇ ¸ñÀÇ ¶³¾îÁú¶ô¸»¶ôÇÑ ¸ð½ÀÀ» º¸¿©ÁØ´Ù) (¿¬È¸°¡ ³¡³ª°í) Percy : Gryffindors, follow me, please. Keep up, thank you. Ravenclaw's Prefect : Ravenclaw, follow me. This way. Percy : This is the most direct path to the dormitories. Oh, and keep an eye on the staircases. They like to change. Keep up, please, and follow me. Quickly now, come on. Come on. Ron : Seamus, that picture is moving. Look at that one, Harry. Student : I think she fancies you. Gryffindors Students : Oh! Look, look! Who's that girl? Picture : Welcome to Hotwarts. Gryffindors Students : Who's that? A Fat Lady : Password? Percy : Caput Darconis. Seamus : Wow! Percy : Follow me, everyone... Keep up. Quickly. Come on. Gather around here. Welcome to the Gryffindor common room. Boys' dormitories, upstairs and down to your left. Girls', same on your right. You'll find all your belongings have already been brought up. (±â¼÷»ç¾È. ÇØ¸®°¡ ´ÞºûÀÌ ºñÄ¡´Â â°¡¿¡ ¾É¾ÆÀÖ´Ù.) (¸Æ°í³ª°É ±³¼öÀÇ ¼ö¾÷½Ã°£) Ron : Whew. Harry : made it. Ron : Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late? (¾ÕÀÇ Ã¥»ó¿¡ ÀÖ´ø °í¾çÀ̰¡ ¸Æ°í³ª°É ±³¼ö·Î ¹Ù²ï´Ù) Ron : That was bloody brilliant! McGonagall : Oh, thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch. That way, one of you might be on time. Harry : We got lost. McGonagall : Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats? (½º³×ÀÌÇÁ ±³¼öÀÇ ±³½Ç) Severus Snape : There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such... I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art... that is potion making. However, for those select few... sho possess the predisposition... I can teach you how to bewitch the mind... and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame... brew glory, and even put a stopper in death. Then again... Maybe some of you came to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable... that you feel confident enough... to not pay attention. Mr. Potter. Our new celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood? (Ç츣¹Ì¿Â´À°¡ ¼ÕÀ» ¹øÂ½ µç´Ù) Snape : You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar? (Ç츣¹Ì¿Â´À°¡ ¶Ç ¼ÕÀ» µç´Ù.) Harry : I, I don't know, sir. Snape : And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane? (Ç츣¹Ì¿Â´À°¡ ¶Ç ¼ÕÀ» µç´Ù.) Harry : I don't know, sir. Snape : Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything. Is it, Mr. Potter? (¿¬È¸Àå) Seamus : Eye of rabbit... Harp string hum Turn this water into rum eye of rabbit, Harp string hum Turn this water into rum- Harry : What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water? Ron : Turn it to rum. Actually managed a week tea yesterday, before... (Æã!!) Ron : Ah, mail is here. (ºÎ¾ûÀ̵éÀÌ ³¯¾Æ¿Í¼­ °¢ÀÚ ¾Õ¿¡ ¹°°ÇµéÀ» ¶³¾î¶ß¸®°í °£´Ù.) Harry : Can I borrow this? Thanks. Thomas Dean : Hey, look! Neville's got a Remembrall. Hermione : I've read about those. When the smoke turns red, it's means you've forgotten something. Neville : The only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten. Harry : Hey, Ron. Somebody broke into Gringotts. Listen. ?Believed to be the work of Dark wizards of witches unknown... Gringotts goblins, while acknowledging the breach, insist nothing was taken. The vault in question, number 713, had in fact, been emptied earlier that very same day.?That's odd. That's the vault Hagrid and I went to. (ÈÄÄ¡ºÎÀÎÀÇ ¼ö¾÷½Ã°£) Madam Hooch : Good afternoon, class. Good afternoon, Amanda. Good afternoon. Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of there broomstick. Come on now, hurry up! Stick your right hand over the broom and say ?Up.? Students : Up! Up! Up. Harry : Wow! Malfoy : Up! Students : Up! Up! Ron : Up! Up! Hooch : With feeling. Hermione : Up! Up! (·Ð, UpÀ» ¿ÜÄ¡´Ù°¡ ºøÀÚ·ç¿¡°Ô ¸ÂÀ½.) Ron : Shut up, Harry. Hooch : Now... Once you've got a hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. Grip it tight. You don't want to be sliding off the end. When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your brooms steady. Hover for a moment, then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle. Three, two... (³×ºôÀÇ ºøÀÚ·ç°¡ ¶ß±â ½ÃÀÛÇÔ) Hooch : Mr. Longbottom. Students : Neville, what are you doing? Hooch : Mr.- Mr.- Mr.- Mr.- Longbottom.... Mr. Longbottom! (³×ºôÀÌ ºøÀڷ縦 Ÿ°í ³¯¾Æ°¡¹ö¸²) Harry : No! Careful! Hooch : Come back down, this instant! Mr. Longb-- Neville : Whoa! (³×ºôÀÌ ºøÀڷ縦 Ÿ°í ÇÏ´ÃÀÇ ¿©±âÀú±â¸¦ ³¯¾Æ´Ù´Ï´Ù°¡ ¹Ù´ÚÀ¸·Î ¶³¾îÁü) Hooch : Everyone out of the way! Hermione : Is he all right? Hooch : Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh! Oh, dear, it's a broker wrist. Poor boy. Come on now. Up you get. (¸»Æ÷À̰¡ ¹Ù´Ú¿¡ ¶³¾îÁ®ÀÖ´ø ³×ºôÀÇ ¸®¸âºê·²À» °¡Á®°£´Ù) Hooch : Everyone's to keep there feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air... the one riding it will find themselves out of here before they can say "Quidditch." Malfoy : Did you see his face? If the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse. Harry : Give it here, Malfoy. Malfoy : No. I thing I'll leave it somewhere the roof? What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach! Hermione : Harry, no way! You heard what Madam Hooch said. Besides, you don't even know how to fly. (ÇØ¸®´Â ºøÀڷ縦 Ÿ°í ³¯¾Æ°£´Ù) Hermione : What an idiot. Harry : Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom! Malfoy : Is that so? Have it your way, then. (¸»Æ÷À̰¡ ¸®¸âºê·²À» ¸Ö¸® ´øÁø´Ù. ÇØ¸®°¡ ºøÀڷ縦 Ÿ°í ³¯¾Æ°¡ ¸Æ°í³ª°É ±³¼ö ¹æ â¹® ¾Õ¿¡¼­ Àâ´Â´Ù.) Students : Great job, Harry. Wow, that was wicked, Harry. (¸Æ°í³ª°É ±³¼ö°¡ ³ªÅ¸³­´Ù.) McGonagall : Harry Potter! Follow me. Quirrell : An iguana such as this is an... McGonagall : You wait here. Quirrell : ...essential ingredient in... McGonagall : Quirrell, excuse me, excuse me. Could I borrow Wood for a moment, please? Quirrell : Yes, of course. The vampire bat... McGonagall : Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I have found you a seeker. Ghosts : Have you heard? Harry Potter is the new Gryffindor Seeker. I always knew he'd do well. Ron : Seeker? But first years never make the house teams. You must be the youngest Quidditch player in a-- Harry : A century, according to McGonagall. ½ÖµÕÀÌ Áß ¿ÞÂÊ : Hey, well done, Harry. Wood's just told us. Ron : Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters. ½ÖµÕÀÌ Áß ¿À¸¥ÂÊ : Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch. ¿ÞÂÊ : Brutal! But no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally. But they'll turn up in a month of two. Ron : Oh, go on, Harry. Quidditch is great, Best game there is. And you'll be great, too. Harry : But I've never even played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself? Hermione: You won't make a fool of yourself. It's in your blood. (Æ®·ÎÇǰ¡ º¸°üµÇ¾îÀÖ´Â °÷¿¡ "SEEKER JAMES POTTER" ¶ó°í ÀûÈù °ÍÀÌ ÀÖ´Ù.) Harry : Whoa! Ron : Harry, you never told me your father was a Seeker, too. Harry : I didn't know. Ron : I'm telling you. It's spooky. She knows more about you that you do. Harry : Who doesn't? (°è´ÜÀÌ ¿òÁ÷ÀδÙ) Harry : What's happening? Hermione : The staircases change, remember? Harry : Let's go this way. Ron : Before the staircase moves again. (3Ãþ, ±ÝÁöµÈ º¹µµ·Î µé¾î¼¶.) Ron : Does anybody feel like we shouldn't be here? Hermione : We're not supposed to be here. This is the third floor. It's forbidden. Harry : Let's go. (µÚ¿¡¼­ ³ë¸®½º ºÎÀÎ[°í¾çÀÌ À̸§]ÀÌ ÀÖ´Ù.) Hermione : It's Filch's cat! Harry : Run! (¸· ¶Ù¾î°£´Ù.) Harry : Quick! Let's hide through that door! It's locked. Ron : That's it. We're done for! Hermione : Oh, move over! Alohomora. Get in. Ron : Alohomora? Hermione : Standard Book of Spells, Chapter seven. Argus Filch : Anyone here, my sweet? Come on. Hermione : Filch is gone. Ron : He probably thinks this door's locked. Hermione : It was locked. Harry : And for good reason. (¾ÕÀ» º¸´Ï ¸Ó¸®°¡ ¼¼ °³³ª ´Þ¸° Ç÷¯Çǰ¡ ÀÖ´Ù. ¼Ò¸®¸¦ Áö¸¥´Ù.) Harry, Ron, Hermione : Push! Push! Ron : What do they think they're doing? Keeping a thing like that locked up in a school? Hermione : You don't use your eyes, do you? Didn't you see what is was standing on? Ron : I wasn't looking at its feet. I was a bit preoccupied with its heads. Or maybe you didn't notice. There were three! Hermione : It was standing on a trapdoor, which means it wasn't there by accident. It's guarding something. Harry : Guarding something? Hermione : That's right. Now, if you two don't mind, I'm going to bed... before either of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed. Or worse. Expelled. Ron : She needs to sort out her priorities. (¹Û) Oliver Wood : Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each team has seven players. Three Chasers, two Beaters, one Keeper, and a Seeker. That's you. There are three kind of balls. This one is called the Quaffle. Now, the Chasers handle the Quaffle and try to put it through one of those three hoops. The Keeper, that's me, defends the hoops. With me so far? Harry : I think so. What are those? Wood : You'd better take this. Careful, now, it's coming back. Hmm. Not bad, Potter. You'd make a fair Beater. Uh-oh. Harry : What was that? Wood : Bludger. Nasty, little buggers. But you are a Seeker. The only thing I want you to worry about... is this. The Golden Snitch. Harry : I like this ball. Wood : Ah, you like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see. Harry : What do I do with it? Wood : You catch it. Before the other team's Seeker. Catch this, the game is over. You catch this, Potter... and we win. Whoa! (Çø®Æ®À¨ ±³¼ö ¼ö¾÷½Ã°£) Flitwick : One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation... or the ability to make object... fly! Uh, do you have your feathers? Good now, uh... Don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing, hn? The swish and flick. Everyone. Students and Flitwick : The swish and flick... The swish and flick... Flitwick : Good. Oh, and enunciate. Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go, then. Students : Wingardium Leviosa. Wingardium Leviosa. Wingardium Leviosa. Wingardium Leviosa. Hermione : Look, stop, stop, stop! You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's Levi-o-sa, not Levi-o-sar. Ron : You do it then, if you're so clever. Go on. Go on. Hermione : Wingardium Leviosa. (Ç츣¹Ì¿Â´ÀÀÇ ±êÅÐÀÌ ¶á´Ù) Flitwick : Oh, Well, done! Hm, see here, everyone. Miss Granger's done it. Splendid! Seamus : Wingardium Leviosa. Wingar- Flitwick : Well done, dear. (Æã!!!) Flitwick : Ooh. Harry : I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor. (¹Û) Ron : "It's Levi-o-sa, not Levi-o-sar."She's a nightmare, honestly! No wonder she hasn't got any friends. (Ç츣¹Ì¿Â´À°¡ ·ÐÀÇ ¾ÕÂÊÀ¸·Î ¿ï¸é¼­ °¡ ¹ö¸°´Ù.) Harry : I think she heard you. (ÇÒ·ÎÀ©µ¥ÀÌ. ¿¬È¸Àå.) Harry : Where's Hermione? Neville : Parvati Patil said that she wouldn't come out of the girls' bathroom. She said that she'd been in there all afternoon, crying. Quirrell : Troll in the dungeon! Troll in the dungeon! Thought you ought to know. (±×¸®°í Äû·¼Àº ¾²·¯Áø´Ù. ÇлýµéÀº ¼Ò¸®¸¦ Áö¸£¸é¼­ ¼­·Î ¸ÕÀú ºüÁ®³ª°¡·Á°í ÇÑ´Ù.) Dumbledore : Silence! Everyone will please not panic! Now... Prefects will lead their house back to the dormitories. The teachers will follow me to the dungeons. (½º³×ÀÌÇÁ´Â µÞ¹®À¸·Î ºüÁ®³ª°£´Ù.) Percy : Gryffindors, keep up, please, and stay alert. Harry : How would a troll get in? Ron : Not on its own. Trolls are really stupid. Probably people playing a jokes. What? Harry : Hermione, she doesn't know. (¿©ÀÚ È­Àå½Ç·Î °¡´Â ÇØ¸®¿Í ·Ð.) Ron : I think the troll's left the dungeon. Harry : It's going into the girls' bathroom. (È­Àå½Ç ¾È) Harry : Hermione, move! Ron : Hey, pea brain! Hermione : Help! (ÇØ¸®, Æ®·ÑÀÇ ¹æ¸ÁÀÌ¿¡ Ÿ¼­ Æ®·Ñ¿¡ ź´Ù) Harry : Do something! Ron : What?! Harry : Anything! Hurry up! Hermione : Swish and flick. Ron : Wingardium Leviosa. (ÁÖ¹®À¸·Î ÀÎÇØ ÇØ¸®¸¦ Ä¡·Á´ø Æ®·ÑÀÇ ¹æ¸ÁÀ̰¡ ¶° ¹ö¸²) Ron : Cool. Hermione : Is it... dead? Harry : I don't think so, just knocked out. Urgh. Ron : Troll boogers. McGonagall : Oh!! Oh, my goodness! Explain yourselves, both of you! Harry : W-well, what happened was... Ron : What it is... Hermione : It's my fault, Professor McGonagall. Ron : What? McGonagall : Miss Granger? Hermione : I went looking for the troll. I've read about them and thought I could handle it. But I was wrong. If Harry and Ron hadn't come and found me, I'd probably be dead. McGonagall : Be that as it may, it was an extremely foolish thing to do. (ÀÌ ¶§, ÇØ¸®°¡ ½º³×ÀÌÇÁÀÇ ¿ÊÀÇ ´Ù¸® ºÎºÐÀÌ Âõ±ä °ÍÀ» º»´Ù.) McGonagall : I would have expected more rational behavior on your part and I'm very disappointed in you Miss Granger. Five points will be taken from Gryffindor... for your serious lack of judgment. As for you two gentlemen... Well, I just hope you realize how fortunate you are. Not many first year students could take on a fully-grown mountain troll... and live to tell the tale. Five points... will be awarded to each of you... for sheer dumb luck. Quirrell : P-Perhaps you ought to go. M-Might wake up. (¿¬È¸Àå) Ron : Take a bit of toast, mate. Go on. Hermione : Ron's right, Harry. You're gonna need your strength today. Harry : I'm not hungry. Snape : Good luck today, Potter. Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll... a little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you... even if it is against Slytherin. (ÇØ¸®°¡ ½º³×ÀÌÇÁÀÇ Àý¶Ò°Å¸®´Â ´Ù¸®¸¦ º¸¸ç ¸»ÇÑ´Ù.) Harry : That explains the blood. Hermione : Blood? Harry : Listen, last night I'm guessing Snape let the troll in as a diversion...so he could try and get past that three-headed dog. But he got himself bitten. That's why he's limping. Hermione : But why would anyone go near that dog? Harry : The day I was at Gringotts, Hagrid took something out of one of the vaults. Said it was Hogwarts' business, very secret. Hermione : So you're saying-- Harry : That's what the dog's guarding. That's what Snape wants. (ºÎ¾ûÀ̰¡ ³¯¾Æ¿À´õ´Ï ÇØ¸®¿¡°Ô ¹«¾ð°¡¸¦ ¶³¾î¶ß¸®°í °£´Ù) Hermione : Bit early for the mail, isn't it? Harry : But I... I never get mail. Ron : Let's open it. It's a broomstick. That's not just a broomstick, Harry. It's a Nimbus 2000! Harry : But who...? (¸Æ°í³ª°É ±³¼ö°¡ ÇØ¸®¸¦ º»´Ù.) (ÇØ¸®°¡ ÄûµðÄ¡ ½ÃÇÕ ¶§ ÀÔ´Â ¿ÊÀ» ÀÔ°í ÀÖ´Ù. ½ÃÇÕ¿¡ ³ª°¡±â Á÷Àü.) Wood : Scared, Harry? Harry : A little. Wood : That's all right. I felt the same way before my first game. Harry : What happened? Wood : I, uh... I don't really remember. I took a Bludger to the head two minutes in. Woke up in the hospital a week later. (ÄûµðÄ¡ ¼±¼öµé ¿îµ¿ÀåÀ¸·Î ÀÔÀå) Lee Jordon : Hello and welcome to Hogwarts' first Quidditch game of the season. Today's game, Slytherin versus Gryffindor! Neville : Gryffindor! Lee : The players take their positions... as Madam Hooch steps out on to the field to begin the game! Hooch : Now I want a nice, clean game... from all of you! Lee : The Bludgers are up, followed by the Golden Snitch. Remember, the Snitch is worth 150 points. The Seeker who catches the Snitch ends the game. The Quaffle is released and the game begin-... Angelina Johnson scores! Ten points for Gryffindor! Harry : Yes! Hagrid : Well done! Lee : Slytherin takes possession of the Quaffle. Bletchly passes to Captain Marcus Flint. Harry : Yes! Lee : Another ten points to Gryffindor! Hermione : Go weasley! Marcus : Give me, that! (¸¶Ä¿½º°¡ ¹æ¸ÁÀÌ·Î ÄùÀÌÇÃÀ» ħ. ±× ÄùÀÌÇÿ¡ ¿ìµå°¡ ¸Â°í ¾Æ·¡·Î Ãß¶ôÇÔ.) Marcus : Take that side! (½½¸®µ¥¸° ¼±¼ö µÎ ¸íÀÌ ¾ÈÁ©¸®³ª ¿·¿¡ ¹Ù¦ ºÙÀ½. ¾ÈÁ©¸®³ªµµ ¾Æ·¡·Î Ãß¶ô. ±×·±µ¥ °©ÀÚ±â ÇØ¸®ÀÇ ºøÀÚ·ç°¡ Á¦ ¸Ú´ë·Î ¿òÁ÷À̱⠽ÃÀÛÇÑ´Ù.) Hagrid : What's going on with Harry's broomstick? Hermione : It's Snape, he's jinxing the broom! Ron : Jinxing the broom? What do we do? Hermione : Leave it to me. (ÇØ¸®°¡ ºøÀÚ·ç¿¡¼­ °ÅÀÇ ¶³¾îÁú¶ô¸»¶ôÇÔ.) Å©·¹À̺ê or °íÀÏ : Shame! Ron : Come on, Hermione. Hermione : Lacarnum Inflamarae. (½º³×ÀÌÇÁÀÇ ¸ÁÅä¿¡ ºÒÀÌ ºÙÀ½) People 1 : Fire! You're on the fire! Ron : Come on! Hagrid : Go, go... (ÇØ¸®°¡ ½º´ÏÄ¡¸¦ °Ü¿ì°Ü¿ì ÀâÀº °Í °°À½. ±×·¯³ª ÀÔ¿¡¼­ ½º´ÏÄ¡¸¦ ÅäÇØ³¿) Hagrid : Looks like he's gonna be sick! Lee : He's got the Snitch! Harry Potter receives 150 points for catching the Snitch! Hooch : Gryffindor wins! Malfoy : Oh, no. Hagrid : Yes! Gryffindor's students : Go, go, Gryffindor! [¿©±â¼­ºÎÅÍ´Â "ÇØ¸®Æ÷ÅÍ¿Í ¸¶¹ý»çÀÇ µ¹"ºñµð¿À ¡®ÇÏ¡¯ ÆíÀÔ´Ï´Ù.] Hagrid : Nonsense. Why would Snape put a curse on Harry's broom? Harry : We knows? Why was he trying to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween? Hagrid : Who told you about Fluffy? Ron : Fluffy? Hermione : That thing has a name? Hagrid : Well, of course he's got a name. He's mine. I bought him off an Irish fella I met down at the pub las year. Then I let him to Dumbledore to guard the-- Harry : Yes? Hagrid : I shouldn't have said that. No more questions! Don't ask anymore questions! That's top secret, that is. Harry : But, Hagrid, whatever Fluffy's guarding. Snape's trying to steal it. Hagrid : Codswallop. Prefessor Snape is a Hogwarts teacher. Hermione : Hogwarts teacher or not, I know a spell when I see one. I've read all about them. You've got to keep eve contact, and Snape wasn't blinking. Harry : Exactly. Hagrid : Now you listen to me, all three of you. You've meddling in things that ought not to be meddled in. It's dangerous. What that dog is guarding is strictly between Professor Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel. Harry : Nicolas Flamel? Hagrid : I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that. I shouldn't have said that. Harry : Nicolas Flamel. Who's Nicolas Flamel? Hermione : I don't know. (´«ÀÌ ³»¸®´Â È£±×¿ÍÆ®) Ghosts : Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas. Ring the Hogwart bell... (ÇØ¸®¿Í ·ÐÀº ¿¬È¸Àå¿¡¼­ ¸¶¹ý»ç ü½º¸¦ Çϰí ÀÖ´Ù.) Harry : Knight to E-5. Ron : Queen to E-5. Hermione : That's totally barbaric! Ron : That's wizard's chess. I see you've packed. Hermione : I see you haven't. Ron : Change of plans. My parents decided to go to Romania to visit my brother Charlie. He's studying dragons there. Hermione : Good. You can help Harry, then. He's going to go and look in the library for information on Nicolas Flamel. Ron : We've looked a hundred times! Hermione : Not in the restricted section. Happy Christmas. Ron : I think we've had a bad influence on her. (Å©¸®½º¸¶½º ³¯ »õº®) Ron : Harry, wake up! Come on, Harry, wake up! Happy Christmas, Harry. Harry : Happy Christmas, Ron. What are you wearing? Ron : Oh, my mom made it. Looks like you've got one, too. Harry : I've got presents?! Ron : Yeah. There they are. Harry : Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you. Use it well. What is it? Ron : It's some kind of cloak. Well, let's see, then. Put it on. Whoa! Harry : My body's gone! Ron : I know what that is. That's an invisibility cloak! Harry : I'm invisible? Ron : They're really rare. I wonder who gave it to you. Harry : There was no name. It just said, ?Use it well.? (±ô±ôÇÑ Àú³á. µµ¼­°ü.) Harry : "Famous Fire-Eaters.""Fifteenth Century Fiends."Flamel. Nicolas Flamel. Where are you? (¼Õ¿¡¼­ µé°íÀÖ´ø µîÀ» ³»·Á³õÀ½. ÇÑ Ã¥À» ÆîÄ¡ÀÚ ±× Ã¥ÀÌ ¼Ò¸®¸¦ Áö¸§.) Flich : Who's there? (ÇØ¸®°¡ Åõ¸í¸ÁÅ並 ÀÔ´Ù°¡ µîÀ» °Çµå·Á µîÀÌ ¶³¾îÁ® ±úÁü.) Flich : I know you're in there. You can't hide. Who is it? Show yourself. (ÇØ¸®´Â Åõ¸í¸ÁÅ並 ÀÔ°í ¹«»çÈ÷ µµ¼­°üÀ» ºüÁ® ³ª¿Â´Ù. º¹µµ¿¡ Äû·¼°ú ½º³×ÀÌÇÁ°¡ ÀÖ´Ù.) Quirrell : Severus, I-I... Snape : You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell. Quirrell : I don't know what you mean? Snape : You know perfectly well what I mean. We'll have another little chat soon. When you're had time to decide where your loyalties lie. Flich : Oh, Professors. I found this in the restricted section. It's still hot. That means there's a student out of bed. (ÇØ¸®´Â Åõ¸í¸ÁÅ並 ¾²°í ¾î¶² ¹®À» ¿­°í µé¾î°£´Ù. ÀúÂÊ¿¡ Å« °Å¿ïÀÌ Çϳª º¸ÀδÙ.) Harry : Mom? Dad? (ÇÑÂü °Å¿ïÀ» ÃÄ´Ùº»´Ù.) Harry : Ron, you've really gotta see this! Ron! Ron come on. Get out of bed! Ron : Why? Harry : There's something you've got to see! Now, come on! Come on. Come! Come look, it's my parents! Ron : I only see us. Harry : Look in properly. Go on, stand there. There! You see them, don't you? Ron : That's me! Only I'm... Head Boy. And I'm holding the Quidditch Cup! And, bloody hell, I'm Quidditch Captain, too! I look good. Harry, do you thing this mirror shows the future? Harry : How can it? Both my parents are dead. (´Ù½Ã °Å¿ï ¾Õ¿¡ ¿Í ¾É¾Æ ÀÖ´Â ÇØ¸®.) Dumbledore : Back again, Harry? I see that you, like so many before you... have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised. I trust by now you realize what it does. Let me give you a clue. The happiest man on earth... would look into the mirror and see only himself exactly as he is. Harry : So, then, it shows us what we want? Whatever we want? Dumbledore : Yes... and no. It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest... and most desperate desires of our heart. Now you, Harry, who have never known your family... you see them standing beside you. But remember this, Harry... this mirror... gives us neither knowledge... or truth. Men have wasted away in front of it. Even gone mad. That is why tomorrow, it will be moved to a new home. And I must ask you... not to go looking for it again. It does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry... and forget to live. (°Ü¿ï-> º½À¸·Î °èÀýÀÌ ¹Ù²ï´Ù) (µµ¼­°ü) Hermione : I had you looking in the wrong section. How could I be so stupid?! I checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading. Ron : This is light? Hermione : Of course, here it is! "Nicolas Flamel is the only known maker of the Sorcerer's Stone." Ron, Harry : The what? Hermione : Honestly, don't you two read? "The Sorcerer's Stone is a legendary substance with astonishing powers. It'll transform any metal into pure gold... and produces the Elixir of Life which will make the drinker immortal." Ron : Immortal? Hermione : It means you'll never die. Ron : I know what it means! Harry : Shh! Hermione : "The only Stone currently in existence belongs to Mr. Nicolas Flamel, the noted alchemist, who last year celebrated his 665th birthday." That's what Fluffy's guarding on the third floor. That's what's under th e trapdoor. The Sorcerer's St-...Stone. (ÇØ±×¸®µåÀÇ ¿ÀµÎ¸·À¸·Î °¡´Â ÇØ¸®, ·Ð, Ç츣¹Ì¿Â´À) Harry : Hagrid! Hagrid : Oh, hello. Sorry, don't wish to be rude, but I'm in no fit state to entertain today. Harry, Ron, Hermione : We know about the Sorcerer's Stone. Hagrid : Oh. Harry : We think Snape's trying to steal it. Hagrid : Snape? Blimey, you're not still on about him, are you? Harry : Hagrid, we know he's after the Stone. We just don't know why. Hagrid : Snape is one of the teachers protecting the Stone. He's not about to steal it. Harry : What? Hagrid : You heard. Right, come on, now, I'm a bit preoccupied today. Harry : Wait a minute. One of the teachers? Hermione : Of course! There are other things defending the Stone, aren't there? Spells, enchantments. Hagrid : That's right. Waste of bloody time, if you ask me. Ain't no one gonna get past Fluffy. Ain't a soul knows how, except for me and Dumbledore. I should not have you told that. Harry : Uh, Hagrid, what exactly is tha-...? Hagrid : That? It's, uh... It's, um... Ron : I know what that is! But, Hagrid, how did you get one? Hagrid : I won it. Off a stranger I met down at the pub. Seemed quite glad to be rid of it, as a matter of fact. Hermione : Is that... a dragon? Ron : That's not... just a dragon. That's a Norwegian Ridgeback. My brother Charlie works with these in Romania. Hagrid : Isn't he beautiful? Oh, bless him. Look, he knows his mommy. Hello, Norbert. Harry : Norbert? Hagrid : Yeah, well... He's gotta have a name, doesn't he? Don't you, Norbert? Hey. (³ë¹öÆ®°¡ ºÒÀ» È® ³»»Õ´Â´Ù) Hagrid : He'll have to be trained up a bit, of course. Who's that? Harry : Malfoy. Hagrid : O h, dear. Harry : Hagrid always wanted a dragon. Told me so the first time I ever met him. Ron : It's crazy. Harry : And worse, Malfoy knows, I don't understand. Is that bad? Ron : It's bad. McGonagall : Good evening. Nothing, I repeat, nothing gives a student the right to walk about the school at night. Therefore, as punishment for your actions... fifty... points will be taken. Harry : Fifty?! McGonagall : Each. And to ensure... it doesn't happen again, all four of you... will receive detention. Malfoy : Excuse me, Professor, perhaps I heard you wrong? I thought you said the four of us? McGonagall : No, you heard me correctly, Mister Malfoy. You see, honorable as your intentions...were, you too were out of bed after hours. You will join your classmates in detention. (Àú³á, ¼ºÀ» ³ª¿À´Â ÇÊÄ¡, ÇØ¸®, ·Ð, Ç츣¹Ì¿Â´À, ¸»Æ÷ÀÌ.) Filch : A pity they let the old punishments die. Was a time detention would find you hanging by your thumbs in the dungeon. God, I miss the screaming. You'll be serving detention with Hagrid tonight. He's got a little job to do inside the Dark Forest. A sorry lot this, Hagrid Oh, good... God, man. You're not still on about that bloody dragon, are you? Hagrid : Norbert's gone. Dumbledore sent him off to Romania to live in a colony. Hermione : Well, that's good, isn't it? He'll be with his own kind. Hagrid : Yeah, but what if he don't like Romania? What if the other dragons are mean to him? He's only a baby, after all. Filch : Oh, for God's sake, pull yourself together, man. You're goin' into the Forest, after all. Got to have your wits about you. Malfoy : The Forest? I thought that was a joke. We can't go in there. Students aren't allowed. And there are... were wolves. Filch : Oh, there's more than werewolves... in those trees, lad. You can be sure of that. Nighty-night. Hagrid : Right. Let's go. (±ÝÁöµÈ ½£) Harry : Uh, Hagrid... What is that? Hagrid : What we're here for. See that? That's unicorn blood... that is... I found one dead... a few weeks ago. Now... this one's been hurt bad...by somethi'. So... It's our job to go and... find the poor beast. Ron, Hermione, you'll... come with me. Ron : Okay. Hagrid : And, Harry, you'll go with Malfoy. Malfoy : Okay, then I got Fang. Hagrid : Fine. Just so you know, he's a bloody coward. Malfoy : You wait till my father hears about this. This is servant's stuff. Harry : If I didn't know better, Draco, I'd say you sere scared. (¸»Æ÷ÀÌ¿Í ÇØ¸®, ÇØ±×¸®µå¿Í ·Ð, Ç츣¹Ì¿Â´À°¡ ¹Ý´ë¹æÇâÀ¸·Î Ãâ¹ßÇÑ´Ù.) Malfoy : I'm not scared, Potter. Do you hear that? Come on, Fang. Scared. Harry : What is it, Fang? (¾Õ¿¡¼­ ¾î¶² ¹°Ã¼°¡ À¯´ÏÄÜÀ» Àâ°í À¯´ÏÄÜÀÇ ÇǸ¦ »¡¾Æ¸Ô°í ÀÖ´Ù.) Malfoy : Help! (ÄËŸ¿ì¸£½º°¡ ³ªÅ¸³­´Ù.) Firenze : Harry Potter... you must leave. You are known to many creatures here. The Forest is not safe at this time... especially for you. Harry : But what was that thing you saved me from? Firenze : A monstrous creature. It is a terrible crime to slay a unicorn. Drinking the blood of a unicorn will keep you alive, even if you are an inch from death, but at a terrible price. For you have slain something so pure, that from the moment the blood touches your lips you will have a half life... a cursed life. Harry : But who would choose such a life? Firenze : Can you think of no one? Harry : Do you mean to say... that thing that killed the unicorn... that was drinking its blood... that was Voldemort? Firenze : Do you know what is hidden in the school at this very moment. Mister Potter? Harry : The Sorcerer's Stone. (Ç츣¹Ì¿Â´À, ·Ð, ÇØ±×¸®µå°¡ ³ªÅ¸³­´Ù) Hermione : Harry! Hagrid : Hello there, Fireze. See you've met our young Mister Potter. You all right there, Harry? Harry : Um-hm. Firenze : Harry Potter... this is where I leave you. You're safe now. Good luck. (ÇØ¸®, ·Ð, Ç츣¹Ì¿Â´À°¡ ±×¸®Çɵµ¸£ ±â¼÷»ç¿¡ ¾É¾Æ ÀÖ´Ù.) Hermione : You mean, You know who's out there, right now, in the Forest? Harry : But he's weak. He's living off the unicorns. Don't you see? We had it wrong. Snape doesn't want the Stone for himself. He wants the... Stone for Voldemort. With the Elixir of Life, Voldemort will be strong again. He'll... he'll come back. Ron : But if he comes back... y-you don't think he'll try to... kill you, do you? Harry : I think if he had the chance, he might have tried to kill me tonight. Ron : And think I've been worrying about my Potions final. Hermione : Hang on a minute, We're forgetting one thing. Who's the one wizard Voldemort always feared? Dumbledore. As long as... Dumbledore's around, Harry, you're safe. As long as Dumbledore's around, you can't be touched. (¹Û) Student 1 : I'd always heard Hogwarts' end of year exams were frightful. But I found that rather enjoyable. Ron : Speak for yourself. All right there, Harry? Harry : My scar. It keeps burning. Hermione : It's happened before. Harry : Not like this. Ron : Perhaps you should see the nurse. Harry : I think it's a warning. It means danger's coming. Oh. Of course. Hermione : What is it? Harry : Don't you think it's a bit odd that what Hagrid wants more than anything is a dragon and a stranger turns up who just happens to have one? I mean, how many people wander around with dragon eggs in their pocket? Why didn't I see it before? (ÇØ±×¸®µåÀÇ ¿ÀµÎ¸· ¾Õ) Harry : Hagrid... who gave you the dragon egg? What did he look like? Hagrid : I don't know. I never saw his face. He kept his hood up. Harry : This stranger, though, you and he must have talked? Hagrid : Well, he, he wanted to know what sort of creatures I looked after. I told him. I said, "After Fluffy, a dragon's... gonna be no problem." Harry : Did he seem interested in Fluffy? Hagrid : Well, of course he was interested in Fluffy. How often do you come across a three-headed dog... even if you're in the trade? But I told him. I said, I said, "The trick with any beast is to know how to calm him."Take Fluffy, for example, Just play him a bit of music and he falls straight to sleep. I shouldn't have told you that. Where are you goin'? Where are you-- (ÇØ¸®, ·Ð, Ç츣¹Ì¿Â´À°¡ ¸Æ°í³ª°É ±³¼ö°¡ ÀÖ´Â °÷À¸·Î °£´Ù.) Harry : We have to see Professor Dumbledore. Immediately! McGonagall : I'm afraid Professor Dumbledore is not here. He received an... urgent owl from the Ministry of Magic and left immediately for London. Harry : He's gone? Now? But this is important! This is about the Sorcerer's Stone. McGonagall : How did you know? Harry : Someone's going to try and steal it. McGonagall : I don't know how you three found out about... the Stone, but I assure you it is perfectly well-protected. Now, would you go back to your dormitories. Quietly. (¸Æ°í³ª°É ±³¼ö°¡ ÀÖ´Â °÷À» ³ª¿Í¼­, º¹µµ¸¦ °É¾î°¡´Â ÇØ¸®, ·Ð, Ç츣¹Ì¿Â´À.) Harry : That was no stranger Hagrid met in the village. It was Snape. Which means he knows how to get... past Fluffy. Hermione : And with Dumbledore gone... Snape : Good afternoon. Now, what would three young... Gryffindors, such as yourselves, be doing inside on a day like this? Hermione : Uh... w-w-w... we-we were just... Snape : You want to be careful. People will think... you're... up to something. Hermione : Now what do we do? Harry : We go down the trapdoor. Tonight. (Àú³á) Harry : Trevor. Ron : Trevor! Shh. GO. You shouldn't be here. Neville : Neither should you. You're sneaking out again... aren't you? Harry : Now, Neville, listen. We were-- We're on-- Neville : No, I won't let you! You'll get Gryffindor into trouble again. I, I, I, I'll fight you. Hermione : Neville, I'm... really, really sorry about this. Petrificus Totalus. (³×ºô, ¸öÀÌ ±»¾îÁ® ±×´ë·Î ¹Ù´Ú¿¡ ¾²·¯Áø´Ù.) Ron : You're a little scary sometimes. You know that? Brilliant, but scary. Harry : Let's go. Sorry. Ron : Sorry. It's for your own good, you know. (º¹µµ. ¼¼ »ç¶÷ÀÌ Åõ¸í¸ÁÅ並 ¾²°í °È°í ÀÖ´Ù.) Hermione : Ow, you stood on my foot! Ron : Sorry. Hermione : Alohomora. Harry : Wait a minute. He's... snoring. Snape's already been here. He's put a spell on the harp. Ron : Urgh. It's got horrible breath. Harry : We have to move its paw. Ron : What? Harry : Come on! Okay. Push. I'll go first. Don't follow until I give you a... sign. If something bad happens, get yourselves... out. Does it seem a bit quiet to you? Hermione : The harp. It's stopped playing. Ron : Urgh! Yuck! Harry : Jump! Ron : Whoa. Lucky this plant thing's here, really. Harry : Whoa! Hermione : Stop moving... both of you. This is Devil's Snare. You have to relax. If you don't, it will only kill you faster. Ron : Kill us faster? Oh... now I can relax! Harry : Hermione! Ron : Hermione! Now what are we gonna do? Hermione : Just relax. Harry : Hermione, where are you? Hermione : Do what I say! Trust me! Ron : Harry! Hermione : Are you okay? Harry : Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Hermione : He's not relaxing, is he? Harry : Apparently... not. Hermione : We've gotta do something! Ron : Help me!! Help!! Harry : What? Hermione : I remember something in Herbology. Um. Ron : Help! Hermione : Devil's Snare, Devil's Snare... It's deadly fun But will sulk in the sun That's it! Devils Snare hates sunlight! Lumus Solem. Harry : You okay? Hermione : Ron are you... okay? Ron : Lucky we didn't panic. Harry : Lucky Hermione pays attention in Herbology. Hermione : What is that? Harry : I don't know. Sounds like wings. (¹®À» ¿­°í ´ÙÀ½ ¹æÀ¸·Î µé¾î°£´Ù.) Hermione : Curious. I've never seen birds like these. Ron : They're not birds. They're keys. Harry : And I'll bet one of them fits that door. Hermione : What's this all about? Harry : I don't know. Strange. Ron : Alohomora. Well, it was worth a try. Hermione : What are we going to do?! There must be a thou-... -sand keys up there. Ron : We're looking for a big, old-fashioned one. Probably rusty like the... handle. Harry : There, I see it! The one with the broken wing. Hermione : What's wrong, Harry? Harry : It's so simple. Ron : Oh, go on, Harry. If Snape could... catch it on that old broomstick, you can. You're the youngest Seeker in a century. (ºøÀÚ·ç¿¡ Ÿ´Â ÇØ¸®) Ron : This complicates things a bit. Harry : Catch the key! Ron : Hurry up! (ÇØ¸®°¡ ÀâÀº ¿­¼è·Î ¹®À» ¿¬´Ù. ´ÙÀ½ ¹æÀÌ º¸ÀδÙ. °Å´ëÇÑ Ã¼½ºÆÇÀÌ ÀÖ´Ù.) Hermione : I don't like this. I don't like this at all. Ron : Where are we? Harry : A graveyard? Ron : This is no graveyard. It's a chessboard. Harry : There's the door. Ron : It's obvious, isn't it? Gotta play our way across the room. All right. Harry, you take the empty Bishop's square. Hermione, you'll be the Queen's... side castle. As for me... I'll be a knight. Hermione : What happens now? Ron : Well, white... moves first. And then... we play. Hermione : Ron... you don't suppose this is going to be like... real wizard's chess... do you? Ron : You there... D-Five. Yes, Hermione. I think this is gonna be exactly... like wizard's chess. Castle to E-Four! Pawn to C-Three! Harry : Wait a minute! Ron : You understand right, Harry. Once I make my move... the Q ueen will... take me. Then you're free to check the King. Harry : No. Ron, no! Hermione : What is it? Harry : He's going to sacrifice himself. Hermione : No, you... can't! There must be another way! Ron : Do you wanna stop Snape from getting that Stone or... not? Harry... -it's you that has to go on. I know it. Not me. Not Hermione. You. Knight to H-Three. Check. (·ÐÀÌ ¶³¾îÁø´Ù.) Harry : Ron! No! Don't move! Don't forget, we're still playing. Checkmate. Take care of Ron... then go to the Owlery. Send a message to Dumbledore. Ron is right. I have to go on. Hermione : You'll be okay, Harry. You're a great wizard. You really are. Harry : Not as good as you. Hermione : Me? Books and cleverness. There are more important things. Friendship and bravery. And, Harry, just be careful. (´ÙÀ½¹æ) Harry : You? No... it can't be. Snape, he was, he was the one- Quirrell : Yes... he does seem the type, doesn't he? Well, next to him, who would suspect poor stuttering Professor Quirrell? Harry : But th-that day, during the Quidditch match, Snape tried to kill... me. Quirrell : No, dear boy. I tried to kill you. And, trust me, if Snape's cloak hadn't caught... fire and broken my eye contact, I would have succeeded. Even with Snape muttering his little counter-curse. Harry : Snape was trying to save me? Quirrell : I knew you were a danger to me right from the off. Especially after Halloween. Harry : Th-Then, then you let the troll in. Quirrell : Very good, Potter. Yes. Snape, unfortunately, wasn't fooled. While everyone was running about the dungeon, he went to the third floor to head me off. He, of course, never trusted me again. He rarely left me alone. Bu t he doesn't... understand. I'm never alone. Never. Now, what... does this myself holding the Stone. But how do I get it? Voldemort : Use... the boy! Quirrell : Come here, Potter! Now! Tell me... what do you see? What is it? What do you see? (ÇØ¸®´Â °Å¿ï ¼Ó¿¡¼­ ÀÚ½ÅÀÌ ºù±ß ¿ôÀ¸¸ç ¸¶¹ý»çÀÇ µ¹À» µé°í ÀÖ´Ù°¡ ÀÚ½ÅÀÇ ÁÖ¸Ó´Ï¿¡ ³Ö´Â °ÍÀ» º»´Ù.) Harry : Oh, I'm shaking hands with... Dumbledore. I've won the House Cup. Voldemort : He lies. Quirrell : Tell the truth! What do you see?! Voldemort : Let me speak to him. Quirrell : Master, you are not strong enough. Voldemort : I have strength e-...-nough for this. (Äû·¼ÀÌ Å͹øÀ» ¹þ´Â´Ù. ±×·¯ÀÚ Äû·¼ÀÇ ¸Ó¸®¿¡ ÀÌ»óÇÑ Çü»óÀÌ Çϳª ÀÖ´Ù.) Voldemort : Harry Potter... we meet... again. Harry : Voldemort. Voldemort : Yes. You see what I've become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another, a mere parasite. Unicorn blo od can... sustain me, but it cannot give me a body of my own. But there is something that can. Something that, conveniently enough, lies in your pocket. Stop him! (ÇØ¸®°¡ ¶Ù¾î³ª°¡ÀÚ, °è´Ü¿¡ ºÒÀÌ È® »ý±ä´Ù.) Voldemort : Don't be a... fool. Why suffer a horrific death... when you can join me and live? Harry : Never! Voldemort : Bravery. Your parents had it, too. Tell me, Harry... would you like to see your mother and father again? Together... (°Å¿ï¿¡ ÇØ¸®ÀÇ ¾ö¸¶, ¾Æºü°¡ ³ªÅ¸³².) Voldemort : We can bring them back. All I ask is for something in return. That's it, Harry. There is no good and evil. There is only power... and those too weak to seek it. Together, we'll do extraordinary things. Just give me the Stone! Harry : You liar! Voldemort : Kill him! (Äû·¼ÀÌ ÇØ¸®ÀÇ ¸ñÀ» Àâ°í ¸ñÀ» Á¶¸¥´Ù. ±×·¯³ª Äû·¼ÀÇ ¼ÕÀÌ °¡·çó·³ ºÎ½º·¯Áø´Ù.) Quirrell : What is this magic?! Voldemort : Fool! Get the Stone! (ÇØ¸®°¡ Äû·¼ÀÇ ¾ó±¼À» ¸¸ÁöÀÚ Äû·¼ÀÇ ¾ó±¼ÀÌ ºÎ½º·¯Áø´Ù. ±× ºÎ½º·¯Áø Äû·¼ÀÇ ¸öü°¡ À¯·É°°ÀÌ µÇ¾î¼­ ÇØ¸®¸¦ Ä¡°í ÁöÇϸ¦ ÇѹÙÄû µ¹°í »ç¶óÁø´Ù.) (º´µ¿) Dumbledore : Good afternoon, Harry. Ah, tokens from your... admirers? Harry : Admirers? Dumbledore : What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret. So, naturally, the whole school knows. Ah, I... see that your friend Ronald has saved you the trouble of opening... your Chocolate Frogs. Harry : Ron was here? Is he all right? What about Hermione? Dumbledore : Fine. They're both... just fine. Harry : But what happened to the Stone? Dumbledore : Relax, dear boy. The Stone has been destroyed. My friend Nicolas and I have had a little chat... and agreed it was best all around. Harry : But then Flamel... he'll die, won't he? Dumbledore : He has enough... Elixir to set his affairs in order. But, yes, he will die. Harry : How was it I got the Stone, sir? One minute I was staring in the... mirr or, and the next-- Dumbledore : Ah, you see, only a person... who wanted to find the Stone... find it, but not use it, would be... able to get it. That is one of my more brilliant ideas. And between you and me, that is saying something. Harry : Does that mean with the Stone gone, that is, that Voldemort can never... come back? Dumbledore : Ah, I'm afraid... there are ways in which he can... return. 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. No, no. This kind of mark... cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin. Harry : What is it? Dumbledore : Love, Harry. Love. Ah, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. It was most unfortunate in my youth to come across a vomit-flavored...one... and since then, I'm afraid I'd lost my... liking for them. But I think... I could be safe... with a nice toffee. Hmm. Alas. Ear wax. (º¹µµ. º´µ¿¿¡¼­ ³ª¿Â ÇØ¸®.) Harry : All right there, Ron? Ron : All right. You? Harry : All right. Hermione? Hermione : Never better. (¿¬È¸Àå) Dumbledore : Another year gone. And now, as I understand it... the House Cup needs awarding. And... the points stand thus. In fourth place, Gryffindor... with three-hundred and twelve points. Third place, Hufflepuff with three-hundred and fifty-two points. In second place, Ravenclaw with four-hundred and twenty-six points. And in first palce... with four-hundred and seventy-two points, Slytherin... House. Malfoy : Nice one, mate. Dumbledore : Yes, yes, well dont, Slytherin. 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 in-...-tellect... while others... were in grave peril... fifty points. Harry : Good job. Dumbledore : Second, to Mister Ronald Weasley... for the best played game of chess... that Hogwarts... has seen these many years... fifty points. And third... to Mister Harry Potter... for pure nerve... and outstanding courage... I award Gryffindor House... sixty points. Hermione : We're tied with Slytherin! Dumbledore : And 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... ten points... to Neville... Longbottom. Assuming that my calculations correct I believe that a change of decoration is in order. (½½¸®µ¥¸° ÈÖÀåÀÌ ±×¸®Çɵµ¸£ ÈÖÀåÀ¸·Î ½Ï ¹Ù²ñ.) Dumbledore : Gryffindor wins the House Cup. Hagrid : Yes! (´Ùµé ¸ðÀÚ¸¦ À§·Î ´øÁü.) Seamus : We've won! (±âÂ÷¿ª) Hagrid : Come on now. Hurry up, you'll be late. Train's leaving. Go on... go on with you. Come on now, hurry up. Hermione : Come on, Harry. Harry : One minute. Hagrid : Thought you were leaving... without waying good-bye, did you? This is for you. (ÇØ±×¸®µå°¡ ¾Ù¹üÀ» °Ç³×ÁØ´Ù.) Harry : Thanks, Hagrid. (¼­·Î¸¦ ²¸¾È´Â´Ù.) Hagrid : Go on, on... with you. On with you now. On with you. Oh, and listen, Harry... if that dope of a cousin of yours, Dudley... gives you any grief, you could always... um... threaten him with a nice pair of ears... to go with that tail of his. Harry : But, Hagrid, we're not allowed to do magic away from Hogwarts. You know that. Hagrid : I do. But your cousin don't, do he? Eh? Hermione : Feels strange to be going home, doesn't it? Harry : I'm not going home. Not really. (±âÂ÷°¡ °£´Ù. ÇØ¸®¿Í ÇØ±×¸®µå, ¼­·Î ¼Õ Èçµç´Ù.) -The End- ***** ¿µÈ­ °³ºÀ ´ç½Ã ¹Ì»ó¿µÀå¸é(ºñµð¿À¿¡ ¼ö·ÏµÇ¾î ÀÖÀ½) ***** ¨ç Scene #1 (½º³×ÀÌÇÁ ±³½Ç. ù¼ö¾÷³¯.) Snape : There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art of the potion making. However, for those select few who possess the predisposition. I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses, I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death. Then again... maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities os formidable that you fell confident enough to not pay attention! (ÇØ¸®¸¦ º»´Ù.) Snape : Mr. Potter! Our new celebrity! Tell me... what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood? (Ç츣¹Ì¿Â´À°¡ ¼ÕÀ» µç´Ù.) Snape : You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I ask you to find me a bezoar? (Ç츣¹Ì¿Â´À, ¶Ç ¼ÕÀ» µç´Ù.) Harry : I don't know, sir. Snape : And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane? (Ç츣¹Ì¿Â´À, ¶Ç ¼ÕÀ» µç´Ù.) Snape : Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter? Harry : Clearly, Hermione knows. Seems a pity not to ask her. Snape : Silence! Put your hand down, you silly girl. For your information, Potter... asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping, potion so powerful it is known as the "draught of the living dead."A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant which also goes by the name of aconite. Well... why aren't you all copying this down? And Gryffindors, note that 5 points will be taken from your house for your classmate's cheek. ¨è Scene #2 (¿¬È¸Àå) Harry : Hi, Hedwig. Hermione : Look at you, playing with your cards. Pathetic! We've got final exams coming up soon. Ron : I'm ready. Ask me any question. Hermione : Alright, what's the 3 most crucial ingredients in a forgetfulness potion? Ron : I forgot. Hermione : And what may I ask you plan to do if this comes up in the final exam? Ron : Copy off you. Hermione : No, you won't! Besides, according to Professor McGonagall, we're to be given special quills bewitched with an anti-cheating spell. Ron : That's insulting! As if they don't trust us. Dumbledore, get him. (Àú ÂÊ¿¡¼­ ³×ºôÀÌ µÎ ´Ù¸®¸¦ ºÙÀΠä·Î Èûµé°Ô ¿À°í ÀÖ´Ù.) Ron : Leg-locker Curse?! Harry : Malfoy. Ron : You have got to start standing up to people, Neville. Neville : How? I can barely stand... it's hard. Seamus : I'll do the countercurse! Neville : No, that's all I need. You'll just set my bloody kneecaps on fire. Seamus : I don't appreciate insinuation, Longbottom. Besides, if anyone cares to notice, my eyebrows have completely grown back! Harry : I found him! Ron : Dumbledore's particularly famous for his defeat of the Dark Wizard Grindelwald in 1945, Harry : Go on. Ron : ... for the discovery of the 12 uses of dragon blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamell! Harry : I knew the nave sounded familiar. I read it on the train that day. Hermione : Follow me. Neville : Hey, wait! Where are you going? What about the countercurse? (³×ºô ³Ñ¾îÁü.) * ÀÚ·áÁ¦°ø : º½ºûü¸®(pyoyoukyung@hanmail.net)