哈利·波特与凤凰社 Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (2007)【完整台词】

What is it?

RON: What's what?
HARRY: That. Pulling the carriage.

Nothing's pulling the carriage, Harry.

It's pulling itself, like always.

GIRL:
You're not going mad.

I can see them too.

You're just as sane as I am.

Everyone, this is Loony Love--

Luna Lovegood.

What an interesting necklace.

It's a charm, actually.

Keeps away the Nargles.

Hungry.

I hope there's pudding.

RON [WHISPERING]:
What's a Nargle?

HERMIONE [WHISPERING]:
No idea.

[STUDENTS CHATTERING]

DUMBLEDORE:
Good evening, children.

Now, we have two changes
in staffing this year.

We're pleased to welcome back
Professor Grubbly-Plank...

...who'll be taking
Care of Magical Creatures...

...while Professor Hagrid
is on temporary leave.

We also wish to welcome our new
Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher...

...Professor Dolores Umbridge.

[UMBRIDGE GIGGLES]

And I'm sure you'll all join me
in wishing the professor good luck.

Now, as usual, our caretaker, Mr. Filch,
has asked me to remind you--

[UMBRIDGE CLEARS THROAT]

[WHISPERING]
She was at my hearing.

She works for Fudge.

UMBRIDGE: Thank you, headmaster,
for those kind words of welcome.

And how lovely to see all your bright...

...happy faces smiling up at me.

I'm sure we're all going
to be very good friends.

- That's likely.
- That's likely.

The Ministry of Magic
has always considered...

...the education of young witches
and wizards to be of vital importance.

Although each headmaster...

...has brought something new
to this historic school...

...progress for the sake of progress
must be discouraged.

Let us preserve
what must be preserved...

...perfect what can be perfected...

...and prune practices
that ought to be...

[WHISPERS]
...prohibited.

[GIGGLES]

DUMBLEDORE:
Thank you, Professor Umbridge.

That really was most illuminating.

RON: Illuminating? What a load of waffle.
- What's it mean?

DUMBLEDORE:
Magic is forbidden in the corridors...

It means the Ministry's
interfering at Hogwarts.

HARRY:
Dean, Seamus.

- Good holiday?
DEAN: All right.

Better than Seamus', anyway.

SEAMUS: Me mum didn't want me
to come back this year.

- Why not?
- Let me see. Uh, because of you.

The Daily Prophet's been saying a lot
of things about you and Dumbledore.

What, your mum believes them?

Nobody was there the night Cedric died.

I guess you should read the Prophet,
then, like your stupid mother.

- Don't talk about my mother.
- I'll go at anyone that calls me a liar.

RON: What's going on?
- He's mad, is what's going on.

Do you believe the rubbish he's come out
with about You-Know-Who?

Yeah. I do.

Has anyone else
got a problem with Harry?

- You all right?
- Fine.

Seamus was bang out of order, mate.

- But he'll come through, you'll see.
- I said, I'm fine, Ron.

Right. I'll just leave you
to your thoughts, then.

[VOICES WHISPERING]

[HARRY PANTING]

VOLDEMORT:
Harry.

[HARRY GASPS]

[STUDENTS CHATTERING
AND LAUGHING]

GIRL:
Bring it over here. Over here.

BOY:
Oh, go on, Seamus. Go on, get it.

[SEAMUS GRUNTS]

[STUDENTS LAUGHING]

Good morning, children.

Ordinary Wizarding Level examinations.

O-W-Ls.

More commonly known as OWLs.

Study hard and you will be rewarded.

Fail to do so,
and the consequences may be severe.

Your previous instruction in this subject
has been disturbingly uneven.

But you'll be pleased to know,
from now on...

...you will be following a carefully
structured, Ministry-approved...

...course of defensive magic. Yes?

There's nothing in here
about using defensive spells?

Using spells? Ha-ha!

Well, I can't imagine why you would
need to use spells in my classroom.

We're not gonna use magic?

You'll be learning about defensive spells
in a secure, risk-free way.

What use is that?
If we're attacked, it won't be risk-free.

UMBRIDGE: Students will raise their
hands when they speak in my class.

It is the view of the Ministry...

...that a theoretical knowledge
will be sufficient...

...to get you through your examinations...

...which, after all,
is what school is all about.

And how's theory supposed to prepare us
for what's out there?

There is nothing out there, dear.

Who do you imagine
wants to attack children like yourself?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe Lord Voldemort.

[STUDENTS WHISPERING]

Now, let me make this quite plain.

You have been told...

...that a certain dark wizard
is at large once again.

- This is a lie.
- It's not a lie. I saw him. I fought him.

UMBRIDGE:
Detention, Mr. Potter.

Cedric Diggory dropped dead
of his own accord?

Cedric Diggory's death
was a tragic accident.

It was murder. Voldemort killed him.

Enough!

Enough.

See me later, Mr. Potter. My office.

[GIGGLES]

[CATS MEWLING]

[KNOCKS]

UMBRIDGE:
Come in.

Good evening, Mr. Potter.

Sit.

[CATS PURRING]

You're going to be doing some lines
for me today, Mr. Potter.

No, not with your quill.

Going to be using
a rather special one of mine.

Now...

...I want you to write,
"I must not tell lies."

How many times?

Well, let's say for as long as it takes
for the message to sink in.

You haven't given me any ink.

Oh, you won't need any ink.

[HARRY GRUNTING]

Yes?

- Nothing.
- That's right.

Because you know, deep down...

...you deserve to be punished.

Don't you, Mr. Potter?

Go on.

FRED: Skiving Snackboxes.
- Sweets that make you ill.

Get out of class whenever you like.

Obtain hours of pleasure
from unprofitable boredom.

Care for another?

RON: I'm not asking you
to write all of it for me.

HERMIONE:
Oh, please.

RON: I've been busy studying
for these stupid OWL exams.

I'll do the introduction. That's all.

Hermione, you're honestly
the most wonderful person I've ever met.

- And if I'm ever rude to you again...
- I'll know you've gone back to normal.

What's wrong with your hand?

Nothing.

The other hand.

- You've got to tell Dumbledore.
- No.

Dumbledore's got enough
on his mind right now.

I don't want to give
Umbridge the satisfaction.

Bloody hell, Harry.
The woman's torturing you.

- If the parents knew about this...
- I haven't got any of those, have I, Ron?

Harry, you've got to report this.

- It's perfectly simple. You're being--
- No, it's not.

Hermione, whatever this is,
it's not simple.

You don't understand.

Then help us to.

[SCREECHING]

HARRY :
Dear Padfoot...

...I hope you're all right.

It's starting to get colder here.
Winter is definitely on the way.

In spite of being back at Hogwarts,
I feel more alone than ever.

[WAILING IN THE DISTANCE]

I know you, of all people,
will understand.

Hello, Harry Potter.

- Your feet. Aren't they cold?
- Bit.

Unfortunately, all my shoes
have mysteriously disappeared.

I suspect Nargles are behind it.

HARRY: What are they?
LUNA: They're called Thestrals.

[THESTRAL WAILING]

They're quite gentle, really, but people
avoid them because they're a bit...

Different.

But why can't the others see them?

They can only be seen
by people who've seen death.

So you've known someone
who's died, then?

My mum.

She was quite an extraordinary witch,
but she did like to experiment...