字幕表 動画を再生する 英語字幕をプリント Where is it? Where do you keep it? We have an intruder! I repeat, we have an intruder! We have an intruder! I repeat, we have an intruder! We have an intruder! I repeat, we have an intruder! We have an intruder! I repeat, we have an intruder! EVIDENCE ROOM 24 - 36 ...doges both the bludgers, throws the quaffle with his curve ball and scores the match point! The match was terrific. Cool! Is that your diary? It's just plain stupid. - What is? - Quidditch. People running around on brooms, chasing flying balls? It's ridiculous. Worse than a fantasy. But it's real! I must admit though, it's an interesting point of view, I've never seen it like that. But... Maybe it's the muggle part in you... that finds Quidditch stupid... I am not a muggle. I have none of their dirty blood. I am the best student Hogwarts ever seen. And one day, I'll be the most powerful wizard in the history of time. I can assure you. I'm just a second year student. I hardly know anything about myself, but there is one thing I do know: you're exceptional. I have no doubt. You'll surely become... the greatest wizard ever. Watch out, she's dangerous! "No past, no future." Inject her with Veritaserum. "And me?" You're going to sing like a siren. "Farewell, Grisha." What have you done to me? What have you done! So,let's see. Grisha McLaggen. Graduated at Hogwarts in 1950. Second class Auror, order of Morgana, untraceable for two years... A personal investigation, I guess? I might be offended...considering how amazingly you broke all my men's bones. I was expecting... a much more interesting witch, and clearly not an alchemy expert. Such a peculiar displacement technique. Which kind of magic is it? It surely doesn't look like a common disapparition. Listen to me, General Makarov. You're making a mistake. You know my name. Surprising. But, we'll agree, Miss, that sneaking into an Auror's warehouse of the Soviet department, without any kind of authorization, is a way more serious mistake than any I might have made. We're talking about a high protected and concealed warehouse. So,I can only...imagine...how serious... your purpose is. So I ask you, What do you want, Miss McLaggen? You have something... that does not belong to you. Something essential...to complete my investigation. And yet...we did not receive any request of cooperation from the British department. So, I deduce this is a private matter. Isn't it? You have to help me! You have no idea what is at stake! Why don't we test the wonderful effect... of the potion that's entering your system... right as we speak? What...were you trying to steal, Miss McLaggen? A diary. A diary which used to belong...to Tom Marvolo Riddle. As I thought. Tom Marvolo Riddle. After Gellert Grindelwald's fall, the Soviet lands were still... brimming with dark magic. Artifacts...that that bastard and his followers... had been forced to hide after their defeat. One of our reconnaissance team has come across something...unusual. An object...damn well protected. The most capable among us... gave up his life to overcome...such magic. A diary. Apparently... belonging to a Tom Marvolo Riddle: the mysterious disappearance of a boy ten years ago, clean record, no kind of connection to Gellert Grindelwald. Not one...of our disillusionist... has been able to obtain anything from those pages, not a single damn word! Then, you turn up. A British Auror... on the trail of the murder of Hepzibah Smith and... Tom Marvolo Riddle. Our Mister Nobody. Why? That diary, that's the only clue I have, my only chance to stop Tom! Tom? You mean Mr Riddle? I didn't know you were friends, or,intimate, even. We were friends... the four of us. We wanted to change the world… The four of you? Slow down, let's talk about Riddle. According to the investigation files found in your bag, he seems to have been implicated in various crimes, among which the most scandalous... in recent years: the homicide of Hepzibah Smith. Because that's what you believe, isn't it? It's a long story, that started way before the murder... of Hepzibah Smith. Persuade me. Tell me every single detail. I imagine... you've already heard... of the four founders of Hogwarts. What many people don't know is... they have descendance. Rictusempra! Flipendo! Expelliarmus! Unusual choice to use Flipendo. Congratulations to both, boys. Bloody hell, I had a feeling this time. I thought I'd win! You should move your legs more. If you're not ready with an Expelliarmus, dodge. I'm sure you'll remember it next time. I trained every single day for this! One day, I'll beat you, my friend. I konw it. You have a long way to go before you can beat a senior. Go on, have a laugh while you can. Now I make an oath. One day, I'll be the strongest wizard ever. Stronger than Dumbledore, Stronger than you, Wiglaf. And then,I will marry you, Grisha. God, here we go again. I will mary you, and we'll have some beautiful babies. I'll find the lost cup of my house, I'll get back the ancient castle of Helga Hufflepuff, and we'll live happily ever after! What do you think? Enough with this nonsense. Come on, this will probably be my last reunion here in Hogwarts. We have many things to discuss. Come on, Grisha, say something. Alright, let's make a deal. If you really become a great wizard, as you say, you'll be strong enough to defeat Tom. Tom? Yes, exactly. If you defeat Tom, then,maybe I'll consider your proposal. Tom? Don't make me laugh, Grisha. Alright, alright. Everyone at school knows... that you have a crush on Tom. So what? He may be a bookworm, but he's not even remotely as strong as Wiglaf. Really? So you think you could beat him, now? Me? No. Not now. He's a seventh year student, so I think... Stop, that's enough! You look like kids fighting over chocolate frogs! Wiglaf, we... - We're just joking. - Joking? Joking... Do you remember why we're here? Do you remember who we are? Why, regardless...of the different houses the Sorting Hat sorted us in, we are bounded forever by a destiny we cannot change? We are the heirs. Exactly. Heirs? What does this mean? Are you really... Grisha McLaggen. Descendant of Godric, and heir of the bloodline of Gryffindor. But,the files don't say anything about this! The descendance from the founders... does not appear in official documents. It is a secret...guarded from one generation...to the next. And...the other heirs? Wiglaf Sigurdsson, heir of Ravenclaw, and Lazarus Smith, heir of Hufflepuff. We trained, we studied, we did researches... to find where our ancesters... hid the heirlooms of the four noble houses. But in the end, we were just a bunch of children, dreaming of changing the world. And Tom Riddle? The fourth heir. The heir...of Slytherin. So, he was a friend of yours too? He was, but Tom, was different. He has always been. That day…something broke. And remember,we took an oath. We, the heirs, will fight so that evil...will be eradicated. We will bring peace and justice. We will make the world… a better place! Such a nice speech, Captain. Don't worry Mr. Riddle. We are honored. We are nothing... but low rank wizards, right? How could we expect... a noble Slytherin like you... to lower himself... to the vile rule of punctuality? You're right, Captain. You may be the only wizards, expect from Slytherins, I even dare talk to. Not like they're worthy, mind you.