Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince quotes

View Quote Muggle Waitress: Harry Potter. Who's Harry Potter?
Harry: No one, bit of a tosser really.
Muggle Waitress: Funny that paper of yours, a couple minutes ago I could have sworn I saw a picture move. Thought I was going 'round a twist.
Harry: Hey, I was wondering--
Muggle Waitress: 11. That's when I get off. You can tell me all about that tosser Harry Potter.

View Quote Ron: [to Hermione and Ginny] Don't worry. He'll be here in a minute. [starts eating]
Hermione: [smacks him on the arm with a book] Will you stop eating? Your best friend is missing!
Ron: Oi. Turn around, you lunatic!
[Hermione and Ginny looks towards the Great Hall door and see Harry covered in blood.]
Ginny: He's covered in blood again. Why is it he's always covered in blood?
Ron: Looks like it's his own this time.

View Quote Slughorn: Some of your classmates... well, let's just say they're unlikely to make the shelf.
Harry: Shelf, sir?
[Slughorn points to a wall of portraits of his favorite students.]
Slughorn: Anyone who aspires to be anyone ends up here. But then again, you already are someone, aren't you, Harry?
Harry: Did Voldemort ever make the shelf, sir? [Slughorn freezes] You knew him, didn't you, sir? Tom Riddle? You were his teacher.
Slughorn: Mr. Riddle had a number of teachers whilst he was here at Hogwarts.
Harry: What was he like? [no response] I'm sorry, sir. Forgive me. He killed my parents.
Slughorn: I... of course, it's only natural you should want to know more. But I'm afraid I must disappoint you, Harry. When I first met young Mr. Riddle, he was a quiet, albeit brilliant boy committed to becoming a first-rate wizard. Not unlike others I've known. Not unlike yourself, in fact. If the monster existed, it was buried deep within.

View Quote Slughorn: What about you, Miss Granger? What do your parents do in the Muggle world?
Hermione: My parents are dentists. [Everyone except Harry looks at her in confusion] They tend to people's teeth.
Slughorn: Fascinating. And is that considered a dangerous profession?
Hermione: No... Although, one boy, Robbie Fenwick did bite my father once. He needed ten stitches.
[Once again, everyone except Harry looks at her in confusion]

View Quote [About the cursed necklace]
Harry: It was Malfoy.
McGonagall: That is a very serious accusation, Potter!
Snape: Indeed. Your evidence?
Harry: I just know.
Snape: You just know? [pause] Once again you astonish with your gifts Potter, gifts mere mortals can only dream of possessing. How grand it must be... to be the Chosen One.

View Quote [After the Quidditch match, before which Harry pretended to put Felix Felicis in Ron's drink]
Hermione: [To Harry] You really shouldn't have done it.
Harry: I know. I suppose I could've just used a Confundus Charm.
Hermione: That was different. That was tryouts. This was an actual game. [Harry takes the vial of Felix Felicis out of his shirt pocket and shows it to Hermione, who looks at it in confusion] You didn't put it in. Ron only thought you did.
[Harry nods]

View Quote [Dumbledore has just exposed Slughorn, disguised as an armchair]
Slughorn: Merlin's Beard! No need to disfigure me, Albus.
Dumbledore: I must say, you make a very convincing armchair, Horace.
Slughorn: It's all in the upholstery. [pats his stomach] I come by the stuffing naturally. What gave me away?
Dumbledore: [points to stains in room] Dragon's blood.

View Quote [Ginny has stolen a place beside Harry on the couch in a secluded corner of the house on Christmas Eve. She has an eager expression. Mr. Weasley gets up and walks off]
Ginny: [taking a mince pie from the plate on her lap] Open up, you. [Smiling broadly as he looks surprised] Don't you trust me? [she feeds him the mince pie]
Harry: It's good...
[Ron approaches and sits down between them with a platter of even larger mince pies. Ginny looks somewhat crestfallen, as does Harry.]
Ron: [as he is sitting down] Yeah, I'll just... Get... Yeah. [Offering the platter] Pie?
Harry: [curtly] Not for me, no.

View Quote [Harry and Dumbledore have just Apparated to Budleigh Babberton to meet Slughorn]
Harry: I just Apparated, didn't I?
Dumbledore: Indeed. Quite successfully, too, I might add. Most people vomit the first time.
Harry: Can't imagine why...
Dumbledore: You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here tonight.
Harry: Actually, sir, after all these years, I just sorta go with it.

View Quote [Harry and Dumbledore have just seen Dumbledore's memory of his first meeting with Tom Riddle.]
Harry: Did you know, sir? Then?
Dumbledore: Did I know that I just met the most dangerous dark wizard of all time? No.

View Quote [Harry and Ron are laying in bed]
Ron: [about Ginny and Dean] What is it he sees in her?
Harry: She's smart... funny... attractive...
Ron: Attractive?
Harry: Well you know... she has nice... skin.
Ron: Skin. So you think Dean's dating my sister because of her skin?
Harry: Well, no, I'm just saying it could be a contributing factor.
Ron: Hermione's got nice skin. You know, as skin goes, I mean.
Harry: I-I've never really thought about it. But I suppose, yeah. Very nice. [long pause] ...I think I'll be going to sleep now.

View Quote [Harry enters the Dumbledore's office alone and watches everything, McGonagall enters to tell Harry]
McGonagall: Potter... In light of what has happened. If you should have the need to talk to someone... You should know, Professor Dumbledore... You meant a great deal to him.
[Next scene, in the Astronomy Tower with Harry, Ron and Hermione]
Hermione: Do you think he would've done it? Draco.
Harry: No. No, he was lowering his wand. In the end, it was Snape. It was always Snape. I did nothing. [Harry gives the locket to Hermione] It's fake. Open it.
Hermione: [opens the locket and reads the message] "To the Dark Lord: I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more. R.A.B." R.A.B.?
Harry: Don't know. But whoever they are, they have the real Horcrux. It means it was all a waste. All of it.
Hermione: Ron's okay with it, you know. You and Ginny. If I were you when he's around, I'd keep snogging to a minimum.
Harry: I'm not coming back, Hermione. I've got to finish whatever Dumbledore started. And I don't know where that'll lead me, but I'll let you and Ron know where I am... when I can.
Hermione: I've always admired your courage, Harry. But sometimes, you can be really thick. You don't really think you're going to be able to find all those Horcruxes by yourself, do you? You need us, Harry.
Harry: Just do me a favor. When I’m around, keep the snogging to a minimum, please.
Hermione: [chuckles] Like that’s going to happen. Besides, he’s barking.
Harry: Funny, he says the same thing about you.
Hermione: Yes, but I’m exceptionally perceptive.
Harry: [chuckles] You’re brilliant. You’re both brilliant. I never realized how beautiful this place was.

View Quote [Harry watches a faked memory of Tom Riddle at a Slug Club dinner party.]
Slughorn: [To Tom] I'd like to know where you get your information. More knowledgeable than half the staff, you are. [Someone in Tom's gang laughs]
Tom Riddle - Age 16: Sir, is it true that Professor Merrythought is retiring?
Slughorn: Now, Tom, I couldn't tell you if I knew, could I? By the way, thank you for the pineapple. You're quite right, it is my favorite. But how did you know?
Tom Riddle - Age 16: Intuition.
Slughorn: Good gracious, is it that time, already? Off you go, boys, or Professor Dippet will have us all in detention. [Everyone but Tom leaves. Tom taps the hourglass, and Slughorn notices Tom is still there] Look sharp, Tom. Don't want to be caught out of bed after hours. Is something on your mind, Tom?
Tom Riddle - Age 16: Yes, sir. You see, I couldn't think of anyone else to go to. The other professors, well, they're not like you. They might misunderstand.
Slughorn: Go on.
Tom Riddle - Age 16: I was in the library the other night, in the Restricted Section, and I read something rather odd about a bit of rare magic, and I thought, perhaps, you could illuminate me. It's called, as I understand it... [He makes an unintelligible sound and Slughorn stares in bewilderment.]
Slughorn: I beg your pardon? I don't know anything about such things and if I did, I wouldn't tell you! Now get out of here at once AND DON'T EVER LET ME CATCH YOU MENTIONING IT AGAIN! [The memory becomes cloudy and ends]

View Quote [Harry watches Slughorn's real memory, which starts with Tom tapping the hourglass]
Tom Riddle - Age 16: [approaching Slughorn] I was in the library the other night, in the Restricted Section, and I read something rather odd about a bit of rare magic. It's called, as I understand it... a Horcrux.
Slughorn: I beg your pardon?
Tom Riddle - Age 16: A Horcrux. I came across the term while reading and I didn't fully understand it.
Slughorn: I'm not sure what you were reading, Tom, but this is very dark stuff. Very dark indeed.
Tom Riddle - Age 16: Which is why I came to you.
Slughorn: [Stares at Tom for a second] A Horcrux is an object in which a person has concealed part of their soul.
Tom Riddle - Age 16: But I don't understand how that works, sir.
Slughorn: One splits ones soul and hides part of it in an object. By doing so, you are protected, should you be attacked and your body destroyed.
Tom Riddle - Age 16: Protected?
Slughorn: That part of your soul that is hidden lives on. In other words, you cannot die.
Tom Riddle - Age 16: [Looks into the fireplace] And how does one split his soul, sir?
Slughorn: I think you already know the answer to that, Tom.
Tom Riddle - Age 16: Murder.
Slughorn: Yes. Killing rips the soul apart. It's a violation against nature.
Tom Riddle - Age 16: [Adjusting ring on his finger, the same one in present day Dumbledore's office] Can you only split the soul once? For instance, isn't seven...
Slughorn: Seven? Merlin's beard, Tom! Isn't it bad enough to consider killing one person? To rip the soul into seven pieces... This is all hypothetical, isn't it, Tom? All academic?
Tom Riddle - Age 16: [Smiling] Of course, sir. It'll be our little secret.
[Memory goes cloudy and ends]

View Quote [Harry, still fully dressed, is sitting on the steps looking uneasily out of the window. Ginny, who has evidently just washed, runs into him on her way up to bed.]
Ginny: Has Ron gone to bed?
Harry: Um... [looks upstairs] not yet, no.
Ginny: [indicating his feet] Shoelace. [Harry bends down to re-tie his shoelaces, but Ginny gets there first. When she has finished, she straightens up and moves closer to him.] Merry Christmas, Harry.
Harry: Merry Christmas.
[They lean in to kiss, but Bellatrix's fireball interrupts them.]