Trevor, go! You shouldn't be here!
Neither should you. You're sneaking out again, aren't you?
-Neville, listen. We were... -No, I won't let you!
You'll get Gryffindor into trouble again.
-I'll fight you. -Neville, I'm really sorry about this.
You're a little scary sometimes, you know that?
-Brilliant, but scary. -Let's go.
-Sorry. -It's for your own good, you know.
-You stood on my foot! -Sorry.
Wait a minute. He's... snoring.
Snape's already been here. He's put a spell on the harp.
It's got horrible breath.
-We have to move its paw. -What? -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?
The harp. It's stopped playing.
Lucky this plant thing's here, really.
Stop moving, both of you. This is Devil's Snare. You have to relax.
If you don't, it will only kill you faster.
Kill us faster? Oh, now I can relax!
-Now what are we gonna do? -Just relax!
-Hermione, where are you? -Do what I say! Trust me.
-Are you okay? -Yeah, I'm fine.
-He's not relaxing, is he? -Apparently not.
-We've gotta do something. -What?
I remember reading something in Herbology.
-Help! -Devil's Snare.
Devil's Snare. It's deadly fun... but will sulk in the sun!
That's it! It hates sunlight. Lumus Solem.
-Ron, you okay? -Yeah.
Lucky we didn't panic.
Lucky Hermione pays attention in Herbology.
-What is that? -I don't know. Sounds like wings.
Curious. I've never seen birds like these.
They're not birds. They're keys.
And I'll bet one of them fits that door.
-What's this all about? -I don't know.
Strange.
Alohomora! Well, it was worth a try.
What are we going to do? There must be a thousand keys up there.
We want a big, old-fashioned one. Probably rusty like the handle.
There. I see it! The one with the broken wing.
-What's wrong Harry? -It's too simple.
Oh go on Harry! If Snape could catch it on that old broomstick, you can.
You're the youngest Seeker in a century.
This complicates things a bit.
Catch the key!
Hurry up!