Lumos Maxima.
JAADU TONA
Lumos Maxima.
Lumos Maxima!
Harry. Harry.
Harry, darwaaza kholo.
Marge. Tumhein daikh kar itna acha lag raha...
Uncle Vernon, mujhay iss form pe aap ki dastakhat chaahiye.
Yeh kya hai?
Kuch nahin. School ka hai.
Baad main, shaayed, agar tum tameez main rahay.
Main rahoonga agar woh rahi.
-Aray, tum abhi bhi yahaan ho, haan? -Haan.
Mujhay aisay naa shukray andaaz main haan mat bolo.
Meray bhai ki naiki hai ke tumhein apnay saath rakha hua hai.
Agar isay meray darwaazay pe chhora hota tou yeh seedha yateem khaanay gaya hota.
Mera Dudders? Mera chhota bhateeja jaan?
Hamein aik kiss dou. Chalo. Utho, utho.
Marge ka suitcase oopar lejaao.
Acha.
Mummy keliye yeh poora karo. Achhay bacchay, Rippy-jaan.
-Tumhein doon, Marge? -Thori si.
Kamaal ka nosh hai, Petunia.
Thori aur.
Ziyaada tar meray liye talay huay pakwaan, 12 kutton ke saath.
Thora aur. Yeh baat hui naa.
Tumhein brandy ka qatra chaahiye?
Meray pyaaray Rippy jaan keliye chhota nanha sa brandy ka qatra.
Tum kya muskura rahay ho?
Tum nay iss larkay ko kahaan bhaija, Vernon?
St Brutus. Woh bekaar bacchon keliye achha idaara hai.
Kya woh St Brutus main latthi istimaal kartay hain, larkay?
Aray, haan.
Mujhay bohot si dafa peeta gaya hai.
Zabardast.
Main yeh bakwaas bardaasht nahin karoongi,
ke unn logon ko peeta naa jaaye jo uss ke laaeq hain.
Tumhein iss keliye khud ko qusurwaar nahin thehraana chahiye, Vernon.
Sab khoon ki baat hai. Bura khoon aisa hi hota hai.
Iss larkay ka baap kya karta tha, Petunia?
Kuch nahin. Woh kaam nahin kartay thay. Woh koi naukri nahin kartay thay.
-Aur aik sharaabi bhi, koi shak nahin. -Yeh jhoot hai.
-Kya kaha tum nay? -Meray abbu aik sharaabi nahin thay.
Fikar mat karo, pareshaan mat ho, Petunia. Meri pakar bohot mazboot hai.
Meray khayaal say tumhaaray sonay ka waqt hogaya hai.
Chup karo, Vernon. Tum, isay saaf karo.
Asal main, baap say koi laina daina nahin hai.
Sab kuch maa pe hai.
Hamesha kutton ke saath daikhtay hain.
Agar kutti ke saath koi masla hota hai
tou uss ke bacchay ke saath bhi koi naa koi masla hota hai.
Chup karo! Chup karo!
Sahi.
Mujhay tumhein bataanay dou...
Vernon!
Vernon! Vernon, kuch karo!
Ruko!
Main nay tumhein pakra hua hai, Marge. Main nay tumhein pakra hai.
-Ruko, ruko. -Hato.
-Jurrat mat karna! -Sorry.
Aray, Vernon.
Ya Khuda.
Marge!
Please!
Marge!
Waapis aao!
Tum usay waapis laao! Tum usay foran waapis lay aao!
-Tum usay sahi karo. -Nahin! Woh isi ki haqdaar thi.
Mujh say duur raho.
Tumhein school say baahir jaadu karnay ki ijaazat nahin hai.
-Acha? Mujhay aazmaao. -Woh tumhen ab waapis nahin aanay deingay.
Tumhaaray paas jaanay keliye koi jagaah nahin.
Mujhay koi farq nahin parta. Koi bhi jagaah yahaan say behtar hogi.
Akailay jaadu yaa jaadugarni keliye Knight Bus emergency transport main
khush aamdeed.
Mera naam Stan Shunpike hai aur aaj shaam main tumhaara conductor honga.
Tum wahaan neechay kya kar rahay ho?
-Main gir gaya. -Tum kyun gir gaye?
-Main jaan bhooj kar nahin gira. -Tou, chalo phir.
Naik kaam main dairi kaisi.
-Tum kya daikh rahay ho? -Kuch nahin.
Chalo phir, andar aao.
Nahin, nahin, main yeh utha loonga. Tum andar jaao.
Chalo.
Chalo. Chalo, chalo, chalo.
-Lay chalo, Ern. -Haan, lay chalo, Ernie.
Khatarnaak sawaari honay waali hai.
-Tum nay apna naam kya bataaya? -Main nay nahin bataaya.
-Tum kahaan jaa rahay ho? -The Leaky Cauldron. Woh London main hai.
Tum nay suna, Ern? "The Leaky Cauldron. Woh London main hai."
The Leaky Cauldron.
Agar wahaan matar ka soup ho,
to uss ke tumhein khaanay say pehlay, tum usay khaa jaana.
Lekin, Muggles. Woh hamein daikh nahin saktay kya?
Muggles?
Unhein kuch nahin dikhta, hai na?
Nahin, lekin agar tum unn main kaanta ghusaaogay tou unhein mehsoos hoga.
Ernie, saamnay aik chhoti boorhi aurat hai.
Dus, nau, aath...
saat, chhay, paanch...
chaar, teen, saarhay teen...
dou, aik tihaayi...
Haan!
Azkaban say faraar!
Woh kon hai?
Woh aadmi.
Woh kon hai?
Woh kon...?
Yeh Sirius Black hai.
Yeh mat kehna ke tum nay kabhi Sirius Black ke baaray main nahin suna?
Woh aik qaatil hai.
Azkaban main uss keliye qaid hogaya tha.
-Woh faraar kaisay hua? -Yeh hi sawaal hai, hai na?
Woh pehla hai, jis nay aisa kiya.
Woh uss ki bohot himaayat karta tha...
Tum-Jaantay-Ho-Kiski.
Lagta hai ke tum nay uss ke baaray main suna hai.
Haan.
Haan, uss ke baaray main suna hai main nay.
Ernie, saamnay dou double-deckers aarahi hain.
Woh qareeb aarahi hain, Ernie.
Ernie, woh hamaaray bilkul oopar hain!
Apna sar sambhaalna.
Suno yaar? Yaar?
Munh kyun latkaaya hua hai?
Haan, haan. Taqreeban pohnch gaye. Taqreeban pohnch gaye.
-The Leaky Cauldron. -Agla stop, Knockturn Alley.
Mr Potter, aakhir kaar.
-Lay chalo, Ern. -Haan, lay chalo, Ernie!
Kamra number 11.
Hedwig.
Sahi, kaafi aqalmand parinda hai aap ka, Mr Potter.
Yeh aap say 5 minute pehlay hi yahaan pohncha.
Jaadu ke Minister ke hisaab say, mera farz hai aap ko bataana, Mr Potter,
ke aaj shaam, aap ke Uncle ki behen Sheffield ke junoob main...
chimney ke stack ke ird gird ghoomtay huay mili.
The Accidental Magic Reversal Department ko foran bhaija gaya.
Unn main say achhay say hawaa nikaal di gayi hai
aur unn ki yaaddaasht badal di hai.
Unhein haadsay ki koi baat bilkul bhi yaad nahin rahegi.
Tou yeh baat thi...
aur koi nuqsaan nahin hua.
Matar ka soup?
Nahin, shukriya.
-Minister? -Jee?
-Main samjha nahin? -Samjhay nahin?
Main nay qaanoon tora.
Chhotay jaadugaron ko ghar pe jaadu istimaal karnay ki ijaazat nahin hoti.
Chalo bhi, Harry.
Ministry logon ko, apni Aunty ko phulaanay keliye
Azkaban nahin bhaijti.
Lekin daikha jaaye, tou iss tarah bhaagna...
haalaat ko daikhtay huay,
bohot ghair zimmedaari ki baat hai.
-"Haalaat ko daikhtay huay" sir? -Aik qaatil faraar hai.
Sirius Black, aap ka matlab hai?
Lekin uss ka mujh say kya taaluq?
Kuch bhi nahin, zaahir hai. Aap mehfooz hain.
Aur bas yeh hi zaroori hai.
Aur kal, aap waapis Hogwartz jaayeingay.
Aray, yeh aap ki nayi school ki kitaabein hain.
Main nay unhein aap keliye yahaan mangwaadeen.
Ab Tom aap ko apnay kamray tak lejaayega.
Hedwig.
Aray, waisay, Harry.
Jab tak aap yahaan hai, acha hoga agar aap...
idhar udhar naa ghoomein.
Sahi! Yeh bus chalaaogay ya kya?
Housekeeping.
Main baad main waapis aati hoon.
Main tumhein khabardaar kar raha hoon, Hermione.
Tumhaaray khooni haiwaan ko, Scabbers say duur rakho
warna main isay tea cosy main badal doonga.
Yeh aik billa hai, Ronald. Tum kya chaahtay ho?
-Yeh iss ki fitar main hai. -Billa? Unhon nay tum say yeh kaha?
Mujh say poochho tou baalon waala suwwar dikhta hai.
Kaafi ameeraana baat kardi, badboodaar jooton ke brush ke maalik ke hisaab say.
Koi baat nahin, Crookshanks. Tum badtameez chhotay larkay ko nazar andaaz kardou.
Harry.
-Egypt. Woh kaisa hai? -Kamaal ka.
Bohot saari qadeem cheezein, mummies, mazaar. Scabbers ko tak maza aaya tha.
Pata hai Egyptians, billiyon ki ibaadat kiya kartay thay.
Haan, gobar ke keeray ke saath.
Tum dobaara dikhaanay tou nahin lag gaye, Ron?
Main nay kisi ko nahin dikhaaya.
Nahin, kisi ko bhi nahin. Siwaaye agar tum Tom ko gino.
-Subah ki maasi. -Raat ki maasi.
-Baawarchi. -Wo ganwaar jo toilet theek nahi karsakta.
-Aur Belgium say woh jaadugar. -Harry.
-Mrs Weasley. -Tumhein daikh kar achha laga, bacchay.
Aap ko bhi daikh kar acha laga.
Tumhaaray paas zaroorat ki sab cheezein hain?
Jee.
-Haan? Tumhaari saari kitaabein? -Jee, woh sab oopar hain.
-Tumhaaray saaray kapray? -Sab kuch wahin hai.
-Achhay bacchay. -Shukriya.
-Harry Potter. -Mr Weasley.
-Harry, main tum say baat kar sakta hoon? -Jee, zaroor.
-Hermione. -Subah bakhair, Mr Weasley.
-Naye term keliye intizaar kar rahay ho? -Jee, bohot acha hona chaahiye.
KYA AAP NAY ISS JAADUGAR KO DAIKHA HAI?
Harry, Ministry main kuch hain jo bilkul bhi nahin chaaheingay
ke main tumhein woh bataaon jo main tumhein bataanay waala hoon.
Lekin meray khayaal say tumhein haqeeqat jaannay ki zaroorat hai.
Tum khatray main ho.
Bohot baray khatray main.
Kya iss ka Sirius Black say koi taaluq hai, sir?
Tum Sirius Black ke baaray main kya jaantay ho, Harry?
Sirf yeh ke woh Azkaban say faraar hua hai.
Tum uss ki wajaah jaantay ho?
13 saal pehlay, jab tum nay...
-Voldemort ko roka tha. -Uss ka naam mat lou.
Sorry.
Jab tum nay, Tum-Jaantay-Ho-Kisay roka tha...
Black nay sab khodiya.
Lekin aaj tak woh aik wafaadaar ghulaam hai.
Aur uss ke dimaagh main...
tum woh waahid ho jo Tum-Jaantay-Ho-Kiske
taaqat waapis haasil karnay ke raastay main kharay ho.
Aur isliye...
woh Azkaban say faraar hua hai.
Tumhein dhoondnay keliye.
Aur mujhay maarnay keliye.
Harry, qasam khaao, ke tum jo kuch bhi suno,
tum Black ki talaash karne nahin niklogay.
Mr Weasley...
main kisi aisay ki talaash karnay kyun jaaonga jo mujhay maarna chaahta hai?
Jaldi. Jaldi.
Ron, Ron!
Ya Khuda!
Isay khona mat!
Main unhein phulaana nahin chaahta tha, main bas...
-Mera qaabu kho gaya tha. -Kamaal hogaya.
Sach main, Ron, yeh mazaahiya nahin hai. Harry khush qismat tha,
ke usay school say nikaala nahin gaya.
Meray khayaal say main khush qismat tha ke mujhay giriftaar nahin kiya gaya.
Mujhay phir bhi lagta hai ke kamaal hogaya.
Chalo. Baaqi sab jagaahein bhari hui hain.
Tumhein kya lagta hai, woh kon hai?
-Professor RJ Lupin. -Kya tumhein sab pata hota hai?
Isay sab kuch kaisay maaloom hota hai?
Suitcase pe likha hai, Ronald.
Tumhein lagta hai woh sach main sorahay hain?
Lag tou aisa hi raha hai, kyun?
Mujhay tumhein kuch bataana hai.
Mujhay sahi say samajhnay dou.
Sirius Black Azkaban say faraar hua tumhaaray peechhay aanay keliye?
Haan.
Lekin woh Black ko pakar leingay na?
Mera matlab hai, har koi usay dhoond raha hai.
Zaroor.
Siwaaye yeh ke Azkaban say pehlay kabhi koi faraar nahin hua.
-Woh qaatilaana, deewaana, sanki hai. -Shukriya, Ron.
Hum ruk kyun rahay hain?
Aisa nahin hosakta ke hum wahaan pohnch gaye ho.
Kya chal raha hai?
Pata nahin. Shaayed train kharaab hogayi ho.
Uff, Ron. Woh mera paaon tha.
Wahaan kuch chal raha hai.
Meray khayaal say koi train pe aaraha hai.
Abay yaar! Kya horaha hai?
Harry.
Harry, tum theek ho?
Shukriya.
Yeh lou, yeh khaao. Iss say madad hogi.
Khair hai. Yeh chocolate hai.
Woh jo cheez aayi thi, woh kya thi?
Woh aik dementor tha. Azkaban ke rakhwaalon main say aik.
Woh ab jaa chuka hai.
Woh Sirius Black keliye train ki talaashi leraha tha.
Mujhay ijaazat dein, mujhay driver say zara baat karni hai.
Khaao. Tumhein behtar mehsoos hoga.
Mujhay kya hua tha?
Tum achaanak say hil nahin rahay thay.
Hamein laga shaayed tumhein daura par raha hai.
Aur kya tum dono main say koi bhi...
samajh rahay ho...
behosh huay?
Nahin.
Mujhay thora ajeeb sa laga tha lekin.
Jaisay main dobaara kabhi khush nahin honga.
Lekin koi chilla raha tha.
Aik aurat.
Koi chilla nahin raha tha, Harry.
Khush aamdeed! Hogwarts ke aik naye saal main khush aamdeed!
Ab, main kuch alfaaz kehna chaahoonga
iss say pehlay ke hum apnay mazedaar pakwaanon main ghum hojaayein.
Pehlay, main Professor RJ Lupin ka istiqbaal karna chaahta hoon,
jo Defense Against the Dark Arts ki ustaani ki
jagaah lainay ko tayyaar hogaye hain.
Qismat aap ka saath day, professor.
Zaahir hai. Isliye unhon nay tumhein chocolate di thi, Harry.
Potter.
Potter!
Kya yeh sach hai ke tum behosh huay thay?
Mera matlab hai, tum sach main behosh huay thay?
Bhaar main jaao, Malfoy!
-Usay kaisay pata chala? -Bas bhool jaao.
Hamaaray kayi saalon ke Care of Magical Creatures ustaad
nay retire honay ka faisla kiya hai
apnay baqaaya auza ke saath ziyaada waqt guzaarnay keliye.
Khush qismati say, main behadh khush hoon, yeh aylaan karnay keliye,
ke unn ki jagaah leingay,
hamaaray apnay Rubeus Hagrid.
Aakhir kaar, thori paraishaan kun baat...
Jaadu ki Ministry ki darkhwaast ke mutaabiq...
agli notice tak, Azkaban ke dementors, Hogwarts ke mehmaan hongay...
jab tak Sirius Black qaid nahin hojaata.
Dementors maidaan ke har daakhlay par hongay.
Ab jab ke mujhay yaqeen dilaaya gaya hai
ke unn ki maujoodgi say hamaari rozaana ki cheezon main masla nahin hoga...
main aap logon ko khabardaar karna chaahoonga.
Dementors shaitaani makhlooq hain.
Woh farq nahin kareingay,
jinn ka woh shikaar kartay hain aur jo unn ke raastay main aata hai,
unn ke darmiyaan.
Isliye, mujhay aap sab ko khabardaar karna hoga
ke unhein koi wajaah mat dijiyega aap ko nuqsaan pohnchaanay ki.
Aik dementor ki fitrat main maafi daina nahin hai.
Lekin aap jaantay hain, mushkil say mushkil waqt main bhi...
khushi dhoondi jaa sakti hai.
Agar aap sirf chiraagh jalaana yaad rakhein tou.
Fortuna Major.
Yeh lou, suno. Woh mujhay andar nahin jaanay derahi.
-Fortuna Major. -Nahin, nahin, ruko, ruko.
Yeh daikho.
Zabardast.
-Sirf meri aawaaz say. -Fortuna Major.
-Acha theek hai. Andar jaao. -Shukriya.
-Woh abhi bhi yeh kar rahi hain. -Woh hi naa.
-Woh gaa bhi nahin sakti. -Bilkul.
-Hello, yaar. -Hello, yaar.
-Ya Khuda. -Woh bohot bura tha.
Hara. Woh aik bandar hai.
-Woh kya hai? -Tum usay aik bandar bulaatay ho?
Usay waapis mat daina.
Suno, Neville, haathi ban kay dikhao.
-Ron, pakro. -Bilkul.
Meray khayaal say, yeh jeet gaya.
-Aray, woh mat khaana. -Aray, nahin.
Isay daikho. Iss ka chehra.
Khush aamdeed, meray bacchon.
Iss kamray main, tum log Divination ki azeem funkaari aazmaaogay.
Iss kamray main tum logon ko pata chalega agar tum logon ke paas ilm ghaib hai.
Hello. Main Professor Trelawney hoon.
Saath, hum khud ko mustaqbil main lejaayeingay.
Iss term main hum Tasseomancy par dhiyaan deingay.
Jo ke chai ki pattiyon ko parhnay ki funkaari hai.
Tou please, apnay saamnay baithay shakhs ka cup lou.
Tumhein kya dikhta hai?
Sach dafan hai, jaisay aik kitaab ke jumlay main chhupa hota hai,
parhay jaanay ka intizaar kartay huay.
Lekin pehlay, tum logon ko apna dimaagh kholna hoga.
Pehlay tum logon ko aagay daikhna hoga.
Aray, kya bakwaas hai.
-Tum kahaan say aayi? -Main?
-Main yahin thi... -Tum, larkay...
kya tumhaari daadi theek hain?
Meray khayaal say.
Mujhay aisa nahin lagta. Mujhay woh cup dou.
Afsos ki baat hai.
Apnay dimaagh kholo.
Tum chamak rahay ho. Kya tum aagay daikh rahay ho?
-Mujhay lagta hai aisa hi hai. -Zaroor.
Cup main daikho. Mujhay bataao tumhein kya dikh raha hai.
Haan, woh...
Harry ka aik tera mera cross bana hai.
Iss ka matlab hai aazmaayish aur sehna.
Aur woh sooraj hosakta hai, woh khushi hai.
Tou...
Tum dard sahogay lekin tum usay lekar khush hogay.
Mujhay cup dou.
Aray pyaaray larkay.
Meray pyaaray...
tumhaaray paas...
The Grim hai.
The Grin. The Grin kya hai?
The Grin nahin, bewaqoof. The Grim.
"Aik baray say kuttay ka roop laina.
Hamaari dunya ke badtareen faal main say aik hai.
Woh aik faal hai...
maut ka."
Tumhein nahin lagta ke uss Grim waali baat ka
Sirius Black say koi bhi taaluq hai, lagta hai kya?
Aray, sach main, Ron.
Agar mujh say poochho tou Divination bohot ajeeb si cheez hai.
Ab, Qadeem Runes, yeh aik dilchasp mazmoon hai.
Qadeem Runes?
Tum iss term main kitni classes lerahi ho?
Thori bohot.
Ruko. Yeh mumkin nahin hai.
Qadeem Runes, Divination ke waqt hi hai.
Tumhein aik hi waqt main, dou class main hona paray.
Paagal pan mat karo, Ron. Koi bhi aik waqt main dou class main kaisay hosakta hai?
"Apnay dimaagh kholo. Mustaqbil daikhnay keliye apni andar ki aankhein kholo."
Bas. Chalo, qareeb aajaao.
Thori kam baatein, agar koi masla naa ho tou.
Meray paas tum logon keliye aaj aik kamaal ki cheez hai.
Kamaal ka sabaq. Meray peechhay aao.
Acha, tum log, baatein kam. Wahaan groh banaalou.
Aur apni kitaabon main safha number 49 kholo.
Aur hum aisa kaisay karein?
Peechhay haath phiraao, zaahir hai. Ya Khuda.
-Darpok panay mat karo, Longbottom. -Main theek hoon, main theek hoon.
-Meray khayaal say woh mazaahiya hain. -Aray haan, behadh mazaahiya.
Bohot chaalaak. Khuda, iss jagaah main kuttay bhar gaye hain.
Mere abu ko pata chalne dou ke Dumbledore, bewaqoofaana bacchon ko parha raha hai.
Chup karo, Malfoy.
Dementor! Dementor!
-Iss ki baat mat suno. -Tumhein iss pe sirf haath phairna tha.
Haan.
Yeh khoobsoorat hai na?
Buckbeak ko hello bolo.
Hagrid, yeh hai kya?
Yeh, Ron, aik hippogriff hai.
Pehli baat, jo tum hippogriffs ke baaray main jaanna chaahogay,
woh yeh hai ke unhein khud par bohot fakhr hota hai.
Bohot jaldi bura maan jaatay hain.
Tum aik hippogriff ki beizzati nahin karna chaahogay.
Hosakta hai woh aakhri cheez ho jo tum karo.
Ab, kon aakar isay hello bolna chaahega?
Shabaash, Harry. Shabaash.
Chalo ab.
Ab...
tumhein pehlay isay aagay barhnay daina hoga.
Achhay ikhlaaq yeh hi hongay. Tou...
Aagay aao aur jhuko.
Phir intizaar karna aur daikhna agar yeh jhukta hai.
Agar yeh jhukta hai tou tum jaa kar isay haath laga saktay ho.
Agar nahin...
Chalo hum uss par baad main aayeingay.
Bas jhuko.
Achhay say neechay jhuko.
Peechhay hatt jaao, Harry. Peechhay hatt jaao.
Hilna mat.
Shaabaash Harry. Shaabaash. Yeh lou, baray jaanwar.
Sahi. Meray khayaal say ab tum jaa kar isay pyaar kar saktay ho.
Jaao. Sharmaao mat.
Aaraam say ab. Aaraam say, aaraam say.
Itni jaldi nahin, Harry.
Aaraam say, Harry. Bas.
Aaraam say. Ab isay tumhaaray paas aanay dou.
Bas.
Aaraam say, ab, aaraam say...
Bas.
Haan!
Shaabaash! Shaabaash, Harry shaabaash!
Kya yeh iss pe urrega?
Meray khayaal say ab yeh tumhein isay chalaanay dega.
Kya?
-Chalo. -Aray, aray, aray!
Tumhein yahaan rakheingay, pankh ke jorr ke paas.
Iss ke koi par mat khainchna. Yeh tumhaara shukriya ada nahin karega.
Shaabaash, Harry. Aur shaabaash, Buckbeak.
Kamaal kardiya, Harry!
Aray, rehnay dou.
Shaabaash, shaabaash.
-Mera pehla din kaisa hai? -Kamaal ka, professor.
Tum bilkul bhi khatarnaak nahin ho, ho kya? Badsoorat jaanwar saalay!
Malfoy, nahin...
Nahin!
Buckbeak!
Jaao, paagal makhlooq.
-Uss nay mujhay maardiya! -Sukoon rakho, sirf kharaash aayi hai.
Hagrid!
Isay hospital lejaana hoga.
Main ustaad hoon. Main lejaata hoon.
-Tum pachhtaaogay. -Class khatam.
Tum aur tumhaari khooni murghi!
Kya ziyaada takleef horahi hai, Draco?
Dard aata jaata hai. Phir bhi, main khush qismat hoon.
Madam Pomfrey naa hoti,
aur aik ya dou minute aur hotay tou mera baazu jaa sakta tha.
-Main hafton tak kaam naa kar sakta. -Bewaqoof ki baatein suno.
-Kuch ziyaada hi phaink raha hai na? -Haan
Kam az kam Hagrid ki naukri tou nahin gayi.
Haan, lekin main nay suna Draco ke abbu bohot ghussa hain.
Abhi kahaani khatam nahin hui.
-Woh dikh gaya hai! Woh dikh gaya hai! -Kon?
Sirius Black!
Dufftown?
Woh yahaan say duur nahin hai.
Tumhein nahin lagta ke woh Hogwarts aayega, hai na?
-Har daakhlay pe dementors ke saath? -Dementors?
Woh aik dafa unn say bach ke faraar hochuka hai na?
Kon keh sakta hai ke woh aisa dobaara nahin karega?
Sahi baat hai.
Black kahin bhi hosakta hai.
Yeh dhuwein ko pakarnay jaisa hai.
Apnay haathon say dhuwaan pakarnay ki koshish karnay jaisa.
Dilchasp baat hai, hai na?
Koi sochna chaahega...
ke andar kya hai?
-Boggart hai. -Bohot khoob, Mr Thomas.
Ab koi mujhay bata sakta hai ke Boggart kaisa dikhta hai?
-Koi nahin jaanta. -Yeh yahaan kab aayi?
Boggarts apna roop badaltay rehtay hain.
Koi shakhs jis say sabsay ziyada darta hai woh unn ka roop apna laitay hain.
-Woh unhein itna... -Khaufnaak banaata hai. Haan, haan...
Khush qismati say, Boggart say bachnay ka aik aasaan tareeqa hai.
Usay abhi aazma kar daikhtay hain. Chhariyon ke baghair, please.
Meray baad.
Riddikulus!
-Riddikulus! -Shaabaash.
Thora zor say aur bohot saaf saaf. Suno.
-Riddikulus! -Riddikulus!
-Yeh class bekaar hai. -Bohot khoob.
Aasaan cheez tou hogayi.
Daikho, mantar kaafi nahin hai.
Boggart ko asal main aik hansi khatam karti hai.
Tumhein usay uss roop main laana hoga jo tumhein bohot dilchasp lagta hai.
Mujhay samjhaanay dou.
Neville, meray paas aaogay, please?
Chalo, sharmaao mat. Chalo.
Chalo.
Hello.
Neville, tumhein kis say sab say ziyaada darr lagta hai?
Professor Snape.
-Sorry? -Professor Snape.
Professor Snape. Jee, sab ko daraatay hain.
Aur mera khayaal hai ke tum apni daadi ke saath rehtay ho.
Haan, lekin main nahin chaahta ke woh Boggart unn main badlay.
Nahin...
nahin badlega.
Main chaahta hoon ke tum unn ke kapron ke baaray main socho.
Sirf unn ke kapron ke baaray main, apnay dimaagh main bohot saaf saaf.
-Woh aik laal bag pakarti hain... -Hamein bataanay ki zaroorat nahin.
Tum jab tak daikhogay, hum daikheingay.
Ab, jab main yeh almaari kholoon...
main chaahta hoon ke tum yeh karo.
Maazrat.
Professor Snape ko apni daadi ke kapron main socho.
Tum aisa kar saktay ho?
Jee. Chharri tayyaar rakhna.
Aik, dou, teen.
Socho, Neville, socho.
Riddikulus!
Shaabaash, Neville, shaabaash! Zabardast!
Acha, peechhay, Neville. Har koi, aik qataar banaao.
Aik qataar banaao!
Main chaahta hoon ke har koi sab say khaufzada cheez ke baaray main sochein...
aur usay kuch mazaahiya banaadein.
Agla!
Ron!
Ghaur karo. Apnay darr ka saamna karo. Bahaadur bano.
Chhari tayyaar rakho, Ron. Chhari tayyaar rakho.
Riddikulus!
Haan!
Daikha? Bohot achhay, bohot acchay.
Zabardast! Bohot bohot maza aaya!
Parvati! Agla!
Hamein dikhaao jo tumhein dikh raha hai.
Ghabraana mat.
Riddikulus!
Aur agla! Aajaao, aajaao!
Bohot khoob, bohot khoob!
Yahaan!
Riddikulus!
Sahi, iss keliye sorry. Aaj keliye bohot hogaya.
Sab log class ke peechhay say apni kitaabein uthaalein.
Sabaq khatam. Shukriya. Sorry!
Sorry, lekin achhi cheezein hadh say ziyaada nahin mil sakti.
Ab yaad rakho, Hogsmeade gaaon main jaana, aizaaz ki baat hai.
Agar tum logon nay school ki kisi bhi tarah say beizzati karwaayi,
tou tum logon ko dobaara woh aizaaz nahin diya jaayega.
Ijaazat naamay par dastakhat nahin, gaaon nahin jaaya jaa sakta.
Yeh usool hai, Potter.
Ijaazat waalay, mera saath aayein. Jinhein ijaazat nahin, woh yahin rahein.
Lekin, Professor, mainay socha agar aap is pe dastakhat karden tou main jaasakunga...
Main aisa nahin kar sakti. Sirf waalid ya guardian dastakhat kar saktay hain.
Choonkay main dono nahin, tou yeh ghalat hoga.
Sorry, Potter.
Yeh mera aakhri jawaab hai.
Bhool jaao, yaar. Baad main miltay hain.
Professor, kya main aap say kuch poochh sakta hoon?
Tum jaanna chaahtay ho na ke mainay tumhen us Boggart ka saamna kyun nahin karne dya?
Mujhay laga tha ke yeh saaf zaahir hoga.
Mujhay laga ke woh Lord Voldemort ka roop lega.
Main nay pehlay Voldemort ke baaray main socha tha.
Lekin phir mujhay woh train ki raat yaad aayi...
-aur dementor ki. -Phir main bohot mutaasir hua.
Iss say pata chalta hai ke tum dar say hi sab say ziyaada dartay ho.
Yeh bohot aqalmandi ki baat hai.
Behosh honay say pehlay...
Main nay kuch suna tha.
Aik aurat ko...
chillatay huay.
Dementors hamein apni badtareen yaadein dobaara jeenay par majboor kartay hain.
Hamaara dard unn ki taaqat ban jaati hai.
Meray khayaal say woh meri ammi thi...
jis raat unn ka qatal hua tha.
Pata hai jab main nay tumhein pehli dafa daikha tha, Harry,
main tumhein foran pehchaan gaya tha.
Tumhaaray zakhm say nahin, tumhaari aankhon say.
Woh tumhaari ammi, Lily pe gayi hain.
Haan.
Aray haan, main unhein jaanta tha.
Tumhaari ammi uss waqt meray saath thi jab koi aur nahin tha.
Naa sirf woh aik maahir jaadugarni thi...
balkay woh aik ghair maamooli naik aurat bhi thi.
Woh khoobsoorti ko daikh paati thi...
doosron main aur khaas kar ke tab...
jab woh shakhs usay khud main nahin daikh paata tha.
Aur tumhaaray abbu, James,
woh...
Woh...unn main mushkilon main parnay ka hunar tha.
Aik hunar, afwaahon main hai ke unhon nay tumhein diya hai.
Tum apnay khayaal say kayi ziyaada unn jaisay ho, Harry.
Waqt ke saath, tumhein pata chalega ke kitnay.
Honeyduke's Sweetshop kamaal ki hai,
lekin Zonko's Joke Shop ka muqaabla koi nahin kar sakta.
Hamein Shrieking Shack main jaanay ka mauqa tou mila hi nahin.
Tum nay suna hai ke woh Britain ki sab say aasaib zara building hai...
Haan.
Kya chal raha hai?
Yaqeenan Neville dobaara password bhool gaya hoga.
-Aray. -Tum yahin ho.
Mujhay jagaah dein, please. Hatein! Main Head Boy hoon!
Peechhay hatein, sab log.
Koi iss kamray main daakhil nahin hosakta jab tak iss ki poori talaashi naa hojaaye.
Fat Lady, woh jaa chuki hai!
Unn ke saath acha hua. Woh bohot bura gaati thi.
Mazaahiya baat nahin hai, Ron.
Sab log sukoon rakho, 4 main bant jaao. Apnay kamray main waapis jaao.
-Chup. -Jagaah banaao.
-Headmaster yahaan aagaye hain. -Chalo, hato.
-Hato! -Tum nay suna, hato!
Mr Filch? Bhooton ko jama karo.
Unn say kaho ke Fat Lady ko dhoondnay keliye mehel ki har tasweer daikhein.
Bhooton ki koi zaroorat nahin, professor.
Fat Lady wahaan hain.
Daikh ke chalo! Aaraam say!
Meri baat suno! Main Head Boy hoon!
-Yahaan waapis aao! -Chaltay raho!
Jagaah karo! Jagaah karo!
Pyaari aurat, tumhaaray saath yeh kis nay kiya?
Uss ki aankhein shaitaan jaisi hain.
Aur rooh, uss ke naam jitni siyaah.
Woh hi hai, headmaster. Jis ke baaray main sab baat kartay hain.
Woh yahaan hai, mehel main kahin.
Sirius Black!
Mehel ko mehfooz karo, Mr Filch.
Baaqi sab, Great Hall main jaayein.
Main nay Astronomy Tower aur Owlery main talaashi leli hai, sir.
Lekin wahaan kuch nahin hai.
-Shukriya. -Teesri manzil bhi saaf hai, sir.
-Bohot achhay. -Maine qaidkhaanay daikh liye, Headmaster.
Black ka koi naam o nishaan nahin aur mehel main kahin aur bhi.
Main nay socha nahin tha ke woh idhar udhar ghoomega.
Qaabilay zikr jeet hai, hai na?
Hogwarts Mehel main khud say andar aana,
-kisi ko dikhay baghair? -Kaafi qaabilay zikr, haan.
Koi andaaza hai ke uss nay aisa kaisay kiya hoga?
Bohot. Har andaazay ke imkaanaat doosray say ziyaada kam hain.
Aap ko yaad hoga...
term say pehlay main fikar dikha raha tha,
aap ke unhein kaam par rakhnay say, Professor...
Iss mehel ke andar, koi aik professor bhi nahin
jo Sirius Black ko yahaan daakhil honay main uss ki madad karay.
Mujhay kaafi hadh tak yaqeen hai ke mehel mehfooz hai
aur main bacchon ko unn ke ghar waapis bhaijnay keliye tayyaar hoon.
Potter ka kya? Isay khabardaar karna chaahiye?
Shaayed. Lekin filhaal, isay sonay dou.
Khwaabon main, hum aisi dunya main kho jaatay hain jo hamaari apni hoti hai.
Unhein gehray say gehray samandar main tairnay dou
ya oonchay say oonchay baadal pe jaanay dou.
Safha number 394 kholein.
Maazrat, sir. Professor Lupin kahaan hain?
Iss say tumhaara koi laina daina nahin, hai kya, Potter?
Yeh keh saktay hain ke tumhaara professor, tumhein parah nahin saktay...
filwaqt.
Safha number 394 kholein.
Werewolves?
Lekin, Sir, lekin hum nay red caps aur hinkypunks
ke baaray main seekhna shuru kiya hai.
Hum hafton ke baad raat ke darindon ke baaray main seekhnay waalay thay.
Khaamosh.
Yeh kab aayi? Kya tum nay isay andar aatay daikha?
Ab, tum main say kon mujhay Animagus aur
aik werewolf main farq bata sakta hai?
Koi bhi nahin?
-Kitni maayoosi ki baat hai. -Please, sir.
Aik Animagus woh jaadugar hai jo apni marzi say jaanwar main badalta hai.
Aik werewolf ke paas koi chaara nahin hota.
Har pooray chaand pe, jab woh badalta hai, usay yaad nahin rehta ke woh kon hai.
Woh apnay sabsay achay dost ko bhi maarday agar woh uss ke raastay main aaye.
Mazeed, werewolf sirf apni nasal ke werewolves ko jawaab daita hai.
Shukriya, Mr Malfoy.
Yeh doosri dafa hai jab aap nay ijaazat ke baghair baat ki, Miss Granger.
Kya aap main khud ko roknay ki salaahiyat nahin hai
ya kya aapko apni har cheez ke baaray main jaannay ki naagawaari pe garv hai?
-Yeh sahi keh rahay hain, pata hai. -Gryffindor say paanch points.
Aap ki nazar andaazi ke baayis, Peer ki subah tak, meray maiz pe,
werewolf ke baaray mai dou kaaghaz ke roll honay chaahiye, jis main khaas taur par
-usay pehchaannay ke baaray main likha ho. -Sir, kal Quidditch hai.
Phir main raaye doonga, ke aap khaas taur pe khayaal rakhein, Mr Potter.
Auza ki kami, aap ka bahaana nahin hoga.
Safah 394.
Term, "werewolf"...
Anglo-Saxon lafz "wer" say aaya hai.
Jis ka matlab hai "man," aur "wolf."
Werewolf, man-wolf.
Aik werewolf bannay ke kayi tareeqay hain.
Unn main, kisi aur ka roop lainay ki taaqat shaamil hai...
werewolf say katay jaana...
Haan, Harry!
Aresto momentum!
-Iss ka rang utar gaya lagta hai na? -Rang utra hua?
Tum nay kya socha tha? Yeh 100 feet say ziyaada oonchaayi say gira hai.
Haan, chalo bhi, Rom.
Tumhein Astronomy Tower say gira kar daikhtay hain ke tum kaisay dikhtay ho.
Shaayed aam taur say thora sa behtar.
Tum kaisay ho?
-Aray, zabardast. -Tum nay hamein dara diya, dost.
-Kya hua? -Tum apni broom say gir gaye.
Sach main? Mera matlab tha khail. Kon jeeta?
Koi tumhein qusoorwaar nahin tthehraata, Harry.
Dementors, maidaan ke andar nahin aasaktay.
Dumbledore bohot ghussa thay.
Jaisay hi unhon nay tumhein bachaaya, unhein foran bhaga diya.
Kuch aur bhi hai jo tumhein jaanna chaahiye, Harry.
Jab tum giray, broom, Whomping Willow main gir gayi aur...
Tou...
Tumhaari broomstick ke baaray main sunn kar afsos hua.
Usay theek karnay ka koi tareeqa nahin?
Nahin.
Professor, dementors ka mujh par aisa asar kyun hai?
-Matlab, baaqi sab say ziyaada? -Suno.
Dementors iss dunya ki nafrat angaiz makhlooq main say hain.
Woh har achhay ehsaas aur har achhi yaad ko khaa jaatay hain...
jab tak ke aik insaan ke paas kuch bhi nahin reh jaata,
uss ke badtareen tajurbon ke ilaawaah.
Tum kamzor nahin ho, Harry.
Dementors ka tum par sab say ziyaada asar isliye hota hai,
kyunkay tumhaaray maazi main asli khauf hain.
Aisay khauf, jo tumhaaray hum jamaat soch tak nahin saktay.
Tumhein sharminda honay ki koi zaroorat nahin.
Mujhay dar lagta hai, professor.
Main tumhein bewaqoof samajhta agar tum naa dartay.
Mujhay jaanna hoga ke main unn say kaise laroon. Aap mujhe sikha saktay hain.
Aap nay train waalay dementor ko bhaga diya tha.
Uss raat sirf aik tha.
Lekin aap nay usay bhaga diya tha.
Main maahir honay ka naatak nahin karta, Harry.
Lekin choonkay dementors nay khaas taur pe
tum main dilchaspi leli hai...
tou shaayed mujhay tumhein sikhaana chaahiye.
Lekin chhuttiyon ke baad.
Filhaal, mujhay aaraam karnay ki zaroorat hai.
Hogsmeade keliye aakhri bulaawa! Chalo, ab!
-Yaar, mujhay jaanay dou. -Bohot chaalaak, Harry.
Lekin itnay bhi chaalaak nahin.
Waisay bhi hamaaray paas aik behtar raasta hai.
Yaar, chalo bhi, main Hogsmeade pohnchnay ki koshish kar raha hoon.
Hum jaantay hain.
-Fikar mat karo. -Hum tumhein wahaan pohncha deingay.
-Hum tumhein aik chota raasta dikhayengay. -Agar tum apna munh band rakhogay.
Aray, shukkar.
Mujhe jaanay dou! Chalo bhi yaar, nahin...
-Ab, Harry. -Baray larkon ke saath aajaaon.
Tum kya kar rahay ho?
-Yeh kya bakwaas hai? -Yeh keh raha hai, "Yeh kya bakwaas hai?"
Yeh hamaari kaamyaabi ka raaz hai.
Hamein tumhein isay daina bohot mushkil lag raha hai, mera yaqeen maano.
Lekin hum nay faisla kiya hai, tumhaari zaroortein hum say bari hain.
George, agar tum tayyaar ho.
Main qasam khaata hoon ke main kisi kaam ka nahin.
"Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot aur Prongs..."
"Marauder ka Naqsha paish kartay hain."
Unn ke hum par itnay ehsaan hain.
Ruko.
Yeh Hogwarts hai.
Aur woh...
Nahin.
-Kya woh sach main...? -Dumbledore.
-Apnay study main. -Ghoom rahay hain.
Woh kaafi ziyaada aisa kartay hain.
-Tou iss ka matlab yeh naqsha... -Har kisi ko dikhaata hai.
-Har kisi ko? -Har kisi ko.
-Jahaan woh hain. -Jo woh kar rahay hain.
-Har minute. -Har din ka.
-Zabardast! Tumhein yeh kahaan say mila? -Filch ke daftar say churaaya, zaahir hai.
-Pehlay saal main. -Ab, suno.
Iss mehel say nikalnay ke 7 khoofiya raastay hain.
Hum iss ki raaye deingay.
The One-Eyed Witch raasta.
Iss say tum seedha Honeyduke ke qaidkhaanay main pohnchogay.
Acha hoga agar tum jaldi karo. Filch idhar jaa raha hai.
Aray aur Harry. Bhoolna mat.
Jab tumhaara kaam poora hojaaye, iss par chhari ko halkay say maarna aur kehna,
"Badmaashi qaabu hochuki."
Warna, koi bhi isay parh sakta hai.
Ab, tumhein kitnay chaahiye?
Mazedaar.
Yeh Britain ki sab say aasaib zada building kehlaati hai.
-Main nay bataaya kya? -Dou dafa.
Kya tum thoray qareeb jaana chaahtay ho?
Shrieking Shack say?
Asal main, main yahaan theek hoon.
Daikho zara, yahaan kon hai.
Tum dono apna naya khwaabon ka ghar khareednay ki tayyaari kar rahay ho?
Tumhaaray hisaab say thora ameeraana hai, nahin Weasle-Bee?
Tumhaara khaandaan aik kamray main sota hai na?
-Apna munh band karo, Malfoy. -Aray, ziyaada dostaana nahin.
Larkon, meray khayaal say Weasle-Bee ko sikhaanay ka waqt aagaya hai
ke khud say baron ki izzat kaisay kartay hain.
Tum apni baat tou nahin kar rahay na?
Tumhaari himmat kaisay hui mujh say baat karnay ki?
Ghanday khoon waali saali!
Wahaan kon hai?
-Kharay mat raho! Kuch karo! -Kya?
Kya hua, Malfoy? Apni skis khodeen?
Raastay say hato!
Hato!
Malfoy! Ruko! Ruko!
Harry!
Yaar Harry. Woh mazaahiya nahin tha.
Woh dhokaybaaz! Mujhay kabhi Marauder ke Naqshay ke baaray main nahin bataaya.
Harry usay rakhega nahin.
Yeh usay Professor McGonagall ko dedega.
-Hai na? -Zaroor.
Apnay Invisibility Cloak ke saath.
Aray, daikho kon hai. Madam Rosmerta.
-Ron unhein pasand karta hai. -Yeh sach nahin!
-Professor McGonagall! -Cornelius!
Mujhay ijaazat dein, minister.
-Aray, Hagrid... -Uss keliye sorry.
Rosmerta, meri pyaari. Main umeed karta hoon ke kaam achha chal raha hai.
Kaafi behtar hoga agar Ministry meray pub main har...
-aik raat chhorkay dementors naa bhaijein! -Hamaaray paas...
-Aik qaatil khula ghoom raha hai. -Hogsmeade main Sirius Black!
Aur woh yahaan kyun aayega?
Harry Potter.
Harry Potter?
Aao.
Harry!
Main nay kaha.
Aaj koi chhotay jaadugar ko yahaan aanay ki ijaazat nahin!
Darwaaza band karo bhae!
-Itnay badtameez hain. -Kharoos.
-Kharoos? -Unn ki himmat kaisay hui?
-Woh kisay kharoos bula rahay hain? -Bacchay kahin ke!
Koi aisay pub main nahin aayega
jahaan woh darr ke paagal hojaaye, hai na?
Professor Dumbledore nahin chaahtay ke dementors yahaan hon.
Main aap ko yaqeen dila sakti hoon.
Ab, mujhay bataao yeh sab kis baaray main hai.
Tou, saalon pehlay...
jab Harry Potter ke waaldein ko ehsaas hua ke unn ki maut qareeb hai...
Tumhein yaad hai? Woh chhup gaye thay. Kuch hi unn ka pata jaantay thay.
Unn main say aik Sirius Black tha. Aur uss nay Tumhein-Pata-Hai-Kisay bataadiya.
Naa sirf uss raat Black nay uss raat
Tumhein-Pata-Hai-Kisko Potters tak pohnchaaya,
balkay uss nay unn ke aik dost ko bhi maardiya!
Peter Pettigrew!
-Peter Pettigrew? -Haan. Woh mota larka.
Hamesha Sirius Black ke peechhay ghoomta tha.
Mujhay woh yaad hai.
Kabhi James aur Sirius ko apni nazron say duur nahin honay daita tha.
Lekin kya hua tha?
Peter Pettigrew nay Potters ko khabardaar karnay ki koshish ki thi
aur kar bhi liya hota...
agar woh aik puraanay dost say naa takraaya hota, Sirius Black.
Black shaitaani tha. Uss nay Pettigrew ko nahin maara.
Uss nay usay tabaah kardiya!
Aik ungli.
Sirf woh reh gayi thi. Aik ungli. Aur kuch bhi nahin.
Haan, Sirius Black nay Potters ko bhalay hi chhua tak nahin tha
lekin woh uss ki wajaah say maray.
Aur ab uss nay jo shuru kiya tha woh usay khatam karna chaahta hai.
-Mujhay yaqeen nahin aata. -Yeh badtar nahin hai.
-Badtar kya hosakta hai? -Yeh.
Sirius Black tha aur aaj tak hai...
Harry Potter ka godfather!
Ron, daikho!
-Sorry. Maazrat, jagaah dein. -Merry Christmas.
Harry, kya hua?
Woh unn ka dost tha...
aur uss nay unhein dhoka diya.
Woh unn ka dost tha!
Main umeed karta hoon ke woh mujhay dhoondlay.
Kyunkay jab woh mujhay dhoondlega, main tayyaar honga.
Jab woh mujhay dhoondlega, main usay maar daaloonga!
Harry.
Yeh rahay tum. Tum aagaye.
Tumhein pakka yaqeen hai, Harry?
Pata hai, yeh bohot mushkil jaadu hai.
Ordinary Wizarding Level say kayi aagay.
Mujhay yaqeen hai.
Sab kuch tayyaar hai.
Main tumhein jo jaadu sikhaanay ki koshish karoonga, uss ka naam Patronus Charm hai.
Tum nay kabhi uss ke baaray main suna hai?
Nahin? Acha...
Patronus aik tarah ki achhi taaqat hai.
Jo jaadugar usay paida kar sakta hai,
woh aik dhaal ki tarah kaam karta hai,
jisay dementor khaata hai, uss ke bajaaye.
Lekin uss ke kaam karnay keliye tumhein kuch yaad karna hoga.
Aisehi kuch bhi nahin, koi khushi waali baat.
Aik bohot taaqatwar yaad.
Kya tum yeh kar saktay ho?
Haan. Bohot khoob.
Apni aankhein band karo.
Ghaur karo.
Apnay maazi main kho jaao.
Tumhein kuch yaad aaya?
Ab usay tum main ghul jaanay dou.
Khud ko uss main kho dou.
Phir mantar parho, Expecto Patronum.
-Expecto Patronum. -Bohot achhay.
Shuru karein?
Chhari tayyaar rakhna.
Expecto Patronum!
Expecto...
Expect...
Chalo. Chalo. Baitho. Gehri gehri saansein lou.
Khair hai.
Main nay tawaqqo nahin ki thi ke tum pehli dafa main karlogay.
Woh qaabilay zikar hojaata.
Yeh lou, isay khaao.
Tumhein behtar mehsoos hoga.
-Woh badtareen dementor tha. -Aray, nahin, nahin.
Woh aik Boggart tha, Harry. Aik Boggart.
Asli bohot bura hoga. Badtareen.
Dilchaspi ke baayis, tum kya soch rahay thay?
-Tum nay konsi yaad chuni? -Pehli dafa jab mainay broom chalaayi thi.
Woh kaafi nahin. Bilkul bhi kaafi nahin.
Aik aur hai.
Woh khushi waali nahin.
Balkay hai.
Main uss say ziyaada khush kabhi nahin hua...
lekin thora mushkil hai.
Kya woh taaqatwar hai?
Phir koshish kartay hain. Tum tayyaar ho?
Bas karo.
Expecto Patronum!
Haan!
Bohot khoob, Harry! Bohot khoob!
Meray khayaal say aaj keliye bohot hogaya.
Haan. Baith jaao. Yahaan.
Yeh khaao, iss say farq parta hai. Bohot farq parta hai.
Aur tumhaari jaankaari keliye, Harry...
meray khayaal say tum apnay abbu ko peechhay chhor daitay.
Aur yeh bari baat hai.
Main unn ke baaray main soch raha tha.
Aur ammi ke.
Unn ke chehray daikh raha tha.
Woh mujh say baat kar rahay thay.
Sirf baat kar rahay thay.
Main nay woh yaad chuni.
Mujhay pata tak nahin agar woh asli hai.
Lekin woh sab say achi hai.
-Khoobsoorat din. -Haseen.
Siwaaye zaahir hai, tumhaaray tukray tukray hogaye hon.
Tukray tukray hogaye hon? Tum kya keh rahay ho?
-Ronald nay apna chooha khodiya. -Main nay kuch nahin khoya.
-Tumhaaray billay nay usay maardiya! -Bakwaas.
Harry, tum nay iss kekhooni darinday ko
hamesha mandlaatay huay daikha hai.
Aur Scabbers jaa chuka hai.
Shaayed tumhein apnay paaltu jaanwar ka ziyaada dhiyaan rakhna chaahiye!
-Tumhaaray billay nay usay maardiya! -Nahin maara!
-Maardiya. -Nahin maara.
Sab kaisa gaya, Hagrid? Muqadma?
Pehlay committee members nay baari baari bataaya
ke hum wahaan kyun thay.
Phir main khara hua aur apni baat bataayi.
Bataaya ke kaisay Buckbeak aik acha hippogriff hai,
hamesha apnay pankh saaf karta hai.
Aur phir Lucius Malfoy khara hua. Tum soch saktay ho.
Uss nay kaha ke Buckbeak aik qaatilaana aur khatarnaak makhlooq hai
jo jaisay hi aap ko dekhega aap ko maardega.
Aur phir?
Aur phir uss nay badtareen cheez kahi, Lucius nay.
Woh aap ko naukri say nahin nikaal rahay!
Nahin, mujhay naukri say nahin nikaala gaya.
Buckbeak ko sazaaye maut sunaayi gayi hai.
Makriyaan! Yahaan...
Makriyaan hain.
Woh chaahti hain ke main naachoon.
-Main naachna nahin chaahta. -Tum unn makriyon say kehdou, Ron.
Haan. Unhein kehdoon. Main unhein keh daita hoon.
-Peter Pettigrew? -Haan. Woh mota larka.
-Hamesha Sirius Black ke peechhay ghoomta tha.
Black shaitaani tha.
Uss nay Pettigrew ko nahin maara. Uss nay usay tabaah kardiya!
-Woh light band karo! -Sorry.
-Yeh kya kar rahay ho, larkay? -Hum yahan sone ki koshish kar rahay hain.
Haan, bilkul.
Badmaashi qaabu hochuki. Nox.
Potter.
Tum raat main yahaan kyun ghoom rahay ho?
Main neend main chal raha tha.
Apnay baap ki tarah tum bhi kitnay anokhay ho, Potter.
Woh bhi bohot ghamandi thay. Mehel main akar kar ghoomtay thay.
Meray abbu akar kar nahin ghoomtay thay. Aur naa hi main.
Ab agar aap ko bura naa lagay tou baraaye meherbaani apni chhari neechay kardein.
Apnay jaib khaali karo.
Apnay jaib khaali karo!
Yeh kya hai?
-Faaltu kaaghaz ka tukra. -Sach main? Isay kholo.
Apnay raaz faash karo.
Isay parho.
"Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, aur Prongs...
Professor Snape ko khush aamdeed kartay hain aur...
Parhtay raho.
...Aur darkhwaast kartay hain ke woh doosray ke maamlon main
taang naa aaraayein."
-Tum, chhotay ghustaakh... -Professor!
Acha, tou. Lupin.
Chaand ki roshni main chakkar lagaanay niklay ho, haan?
Harry.
Tum theek ho?
Woh tou daikha jaayega.
Main nay Mr Potter say kuch khoofiya cheez zabt ki hai.
Isay daikho, Lupin.
Tumhaari mahaarat say taaluq rakhti hai.
Saaf hai, iss main kaala jaadu bhara hua hai.
Mujhay sach main aisa nahin lagta, Severus.
Mujhay bas aisa lagta hai jaisay yeh sirf kaaghaz ka tukra hai
jo sirf isay parhne ki koshish karne waale ki beizzati karne keliye bannaya gaya hai.
Mujhay shak hai ke yeh Zonko ka product hai.
Iss ke baawajood, main tehqeeqaat karoonga
ke iss main koi chhupi hui salaahiyatein tou nahin.
Aakhir yeh, baqaul tumhaaray, meri mahaarat say taaluq rakhta hai.
Harry, tum meray saath aaogay, please?
Professor, shab bakhair.
Yahaan aao.
Tumhein sunaayi nahin daita? Light band karo!
Andar aajaao.
Ab mujhay koi andaaza nahin, Harry
ke yeh naqsha tumhaaray paas kahaan say aaya.
Lekin sach kahoon tou main hairaan hoon ke tum nay isay mujhay laakar nahin diya.
Kya tumhein khayaal nahin aaya ke yeh Sirius Black ke haathon main
tum tak pohnchnay ka naqsha hoga.
-Nahin. -Nahin, sir.
Pata hai, tumhaaray abbu ko bhi usoolon ki kuch khaas pairwi nahin kartay thay.
Lekin unhon nay aur tumhaari ammi nay apni jaanein dedi,
tumhaari jaan bachaanay keliye.
Unn ki qurbaani ko daao pe lagaana, mehel me hifaazat ke baghair ghoom kar,
jab aik qaatil khula ghoom raha ho,
unn ka ehsaan chukaanay ka kaafi bura tareeqa lagta hai.
Ab, main tumhein dobaara nahin bachaaonga, Harry.
-Samjhay tum? -Jee, sir.
Main chaahta hoon, tum apnay kamray main waapis jaao aur wahin raho.
Aur koi lambay raastay mat laina.
Agar tum logay...
tou mujhay pata chal jaayega.
Professor, sirf aap ki jaankaari keliye, mujhay nahin lagta ke yeh naqsha
hamesha kaam karta hai.
Aaj, iss nay mehel main kisi ko dikhaaya tha.
Koi aisa jo mar chuka hai.
Acha sach main? Aur woh kon hai?
Peter Pettigrew.
Yeh naamumkin hai.
Main nay bas yeh daikha.
Shab bakhair, professor.
Apnay dimaagh kholo. Tum logon ko aagay barhna hoga.
Crystal gazing ki funkaari, Inner Eye ko saaf karnay main hai.
Sirf phir hi aap daikh sakeingay. Dobaara koshish karo.
Ab, yahaan kya chal raha hai?
Main koshish kar sakti hoon?
The Grim, shaayed.
Meri jaan, jaisay hi tum nay iss class main pehla qadam rakha tha
mujhay pata chal gaya ke tum main woh Divination ke azeem funkaar keliye
sahi rooh nahin hai.
Nahin, daikh rahi ho, yahaan.
Tumhaari umar ziyaada nahin hogi,
lekin tumhaaray seenay main jo dil hai uss main itni jhuriyaan hain
jitni aik boorhi maasi main. Tumhaari rooh unn kitaabon ke safhon ki tarah sookhi hai
jis say tum itni shiddat say chipak kar rehti ho.
Kya main nay kuch kehdiya?
Woh paagal hochuki hai, Hermione.
Mera matlab hai, aisa nahin ke woh hamesha say paagal nahin thi.
Lekin ab tou sab log daikh saktay hain.
Ruko.
-Hamein yeh waapis lejaana chaahiye. -Main waapis nahin jaa raha.
-Theek hai. Baad main miltay hain. -Miltay hain.
Harry Potter...
-Professor Trelawney... -Woh aaj raat waapis aayega.
Jee?
Aaj raat, jisnay apne doston ko dhoka dya, jo aik khooni hai,
woh aazaad hojaayega.
Maasoom ka khoon bahega...
aur ghulaam aur maalik dobaara aik doosray say mil jaayeingay.
Maazrat, pyaaray larkay. Kya tum nay kuch kaha?
Nahin.
Kuch nahin.
Mujhay yaqeen nahin aaraha woh Buckbeak ko maar deingay.
Bohot bura horaha hai.
-Badtar hogaya. -Main nay tum say kya kaha?
Abbu nay kaha ke main hippogriff ka sar rakh sakta hoon.
Meray khayaal say main usay Gryffindors ke common room main daan dedoonga.
Bohot ameeraana hoga.
-Daikho kon aaya hai. -Aray, show daikhnay aaye ho.
Tum! Tum nafrat angaiz, shaitaani chhotay laal baig!
Hermione, nahin!
Woh iss ke laaeq nahin hai.
Malfoy, tum theek ho?
Chalo chalein. Jaldi.
-Bhaago! -Kisi say kuch nahin kehna, samjhay?
Acha mehsoos hua.
Acha nahin, zabardast.
Ab usay daikho zara.
Usay darakhton ki khushbu bohot pasand hai jab unn say hawa guzarti hai.
Hum usay aazaad kyun nahin kar daitay?
Unhein pata chal jaayega ke aisa main nay kya aur phir Dumbledore dobara masle main.
Woh yahaan aarahay hain, pata hai, Dumbledore.
Unn ka kehna hai ke woh meray saath rehna chaahtay hain jab woh...
Jab woh hoga.
Azeem aadmi, Dumbledore.
Azeem aadmi.
-Hum bhi aap ke saath raheingay, Hagrid. -Tum log aisa kuch nahin karogay!
Tumhein lagta hai main chaahoonga ke tum log aisa kuch daikho?
Nahin.
Tum log bas apni chai pi kar jaao.
Aray, jaanay say pehlay, Ron...
Scabbers! Tum zinda ho!
Apnay paaltu jaanwaron par nazar rakhna ab say, Ron.
Shaayed iss ka matlab hai ke tumhein kisisay maafi maangni chaahiye.
Sahi.
Agli dafa jab main Crookshanks say miloonga, uss say maafi maang loonga.
Mera matlab hai mujhsay!
Blimey. Woh kya tha?
Hagrid.
Aray yaar.
Nahin, minister. Iss taraf.
Dair hochuki hai. Taqreeban raat hogayi hai.
Tum logon ko yahaan nahin hona chaahiye.
Kisi nay tum logon ko raat ke iss waqt mehel say baahir daikh liya,
tou masla hojaayega.
Bara masla. Khaas kar ke tumhein, Harry.
Abhi aaya!
Jaldi. Jaldi!
Hagrid.
Kuch nahin hoga. Sab theek hojaayega.
Jaao, jaao!
-Woh jisay wahaan daikh rahay ho... -Teelay pe.
-Teelay pe, aray, Hagrid. -Professor Dumbledore.
-Shaam bakhair. -Minister. Andar aajaayein.
-Chai peeyein, agar chaahein tou. -Nahin, Hagrid.
-Hazraat. -Main chai peena chaahoonga.
Meray khayaal say hamein seedha kaam pe jaana chaahiye, chalein?
Bohot khoob. Committee ka faisla hai ke khatarnaak makhlooq ka
khaatma kiya jaaye, hippogriff, jisay Buckbeak bulaatay hain,
jis ki ab say muzamat ki jaayegi, usay sooraj ghuroob pe phaansi dijaaye.
-Haaye, haaye... -Ab, ab, Hagrid. Ab, chalo.
-Acha, sab theek hojaayega. -Phaansi di jaaye...
Kya?
Mujhay laga main nay abhi...
-Kuch nahin. -Chalo!
Buckbeak kisi ko nuqsaan nahin pohnchaana chaahta tha.
Aray, nahin.
Uss nay mujhay kaata. Scabbers.
Ron. Ron!
-Ron! -Scabbers, waapis aao!
Ruko!
Scabbers, tum nay mujhay kaata!
Harry, tumhein ehsaas hai ke yeh konsa darakht hai?
Yeh acha nahin hai. Ron, bhaago!
Harry, Hermione, bhaago!
Grim hai!
-Nahin! Harry! -Ron! Ron, ruko!
Harry!
-Madad karo! -Ron!
-Ron. Ron. -Ron!
Chalo!
Hato!
Jhuko!
Harry!
-Aray, sorry. -Fikar mat karo.
Tumhein kya lagta hai yeh kahaan jaata hai?
Mujhay aik andaaza hai.
Main bas umeed kar raha hoon ke main ghalat hon.
Hum Shrieking Shack main hain, hai na?
Chalo.
Ron.
-Ron. Tum theek ho. -Kutta. Woh kahaan hai?
Harry! Yeh aik jaal hai. Kutta yeh hai. Yeh aik Animagus hai.
Agar tum Harry ko maarna chaahtay ho tou tumhein hamein bhi maarna hoga!
Nahin. Aaj raat sirf aik marega.
Phir woh tum hogay!
Tum mujhay maarogay, Harry?
Expelliarmus!
Acha, tou, Sirius. Kaafi haalat buri hai, nahin?
Aakhir kaar, jild main paagalpan nazar aaraha hai.
Tum andar ke paagalpan ke baaray main kaafi jaantay ho, nahin Remus?
-Main nay usay dhoondliya. -Main jaanta hoon.
-Woh hi hai. -Main samajhta hoon.
-Chalo usay maardein! -Nahin!
Main nay aap par bharosa kiya tha!
Aur iss saaray waqt, aap iss ke dost thay...
Yeh aik werewolf hain! Isliye yeh classes main nahin aatay!
Tumhein kab say pata tha?
Jab say Professor Snape nay mazmoon likhnay ko diya tha.
Acha jee, Hermione.
Tum sach main tumhaari umar ki sab say kamaal ki jaadugarni ho.
Bohot baatein hogayi, Remus! Chalo usay maardein!
-Ruko! -Main intizaar kar chuka hoon!
Baara saal tak!
Azkaban main!
Bohot khoob. Usay maardou.
Lekin aik aur minute ruko. Harry ko wajaah jaannay ka haq hai.
Main jaanta hoon kyun.
Tum nay meray waaldein ko dhoka diya.
-Woh tumhaari wajaah say maray! -Nahin, Harry, yeh qusoorwaar nahin.
Kisi nay tumhaaray waaldein ko dhoka zaroor diya tha
lekin woh koi aisa tha jisay main thoray waqt pehlay tak
murda samajhta tha!
-Woh kon tha phir?! -Peter Pettigrew!
Aur woh iss kamray main hai! Abhi!
Baahir aao, baahir aao, Peter!
-Baahir aao, baahir aakar khelo! -Expelliarmus!
Intiqaam kamaal ka hota hai.
Main kitni shiddat say umeed karta tha ke main tumhein pakroonga!
Severus...
Main nay Dumbledore say kaha tha ke tum aik puraanay dost ki
mehel main ghusnay main madad kar rahay ho.
Aur ab, yeh raha suboot.
Zabardast, Snape.
Aik aur dafa tum nay apnay hushiyaar dimaagh ko kaam par lagaaya
lekin hamesha ki tarah ghalat anjaam pe pohnchay.
Ab, agar tum hamein ijaazat dou
tou Remus aur mujhay kuch kaam poora karna hai.
Mujhay aik wajaah dou.
Main tumhaaray haath jorta hoon!
-Severus, paagal mat bano. -Ab tak iss ki aadat hochuki hai.
-Sirius, chup karo. -Tum chup karo, Remus!
Tum dono ko daikho zara, boorhay shaadi shuda logon ki tarah jhagra kar rahay ho.
Tum jaa kar apnay chemistry set ke saath kyun nahin khailtay?
Main kar sakta hoon, pata hai.
Lekin dementors ko kyun inkaar karoon?
Woh tumhein daikhnay keliye itnay barqaraar horahay hain.
Mujhay thora darr nazar aaraha hai kya? Aray, haan.
Dementor ki Kiss.
Koi sirf soch hi sakta hai ke kaisa haal hota hoga.
Kaha jaata hai ke usay daikhna taqreeban naaqaabilay bardaasht hota hai
lekin main apni poori koshish karoonga.
Severus, please.
Tumhaaray baad.
Expelliarmus!
-Harry! Tum nay kya kiya? -Tum nay aik ustaad pe hamla kiya!
Mujhay Peter Pettigrew ke baaray main bataao.
Woh school main hamaaray saath tha.
Hamein laga tha ke woh hamaara dost tha!
Nahin. Pettigrew marr chuka hai.
-Tum nay usay maardiya! -Nahin, iss nay nahin maara!
Mujhay bhi aisa hi laga tha,
tab tak jab tum nay kaha ke tum nay Pettigrew ko naqshay main daikha.
-Phir naqsha jhoot bol raha tha! -Naqsha kabhi jhoot nahin bola!
Pettigrew zinda hai!
Aur woh wahaan hai!
-Main? Yeh paagal hai! -Tum nahin!
Tumhaara chooha!
-Scabbers meray khaandaan main... -12 saalon say hai.
Aik aam say choohay keliye kaafi lamba arsa hogaya!
-Uss ke paaon ki aik ungli nahin hai na? -Tou kya?
Unhein Pettigrew ki sirf...
Ungli mili thi!
Uss manhoos buzdil nay usay kaatdi taakay sabko lagay ke woh mar chuka hai!
-Aur phir woh aik choohay main badal gaya! -Mujhay dikhaao.
-Usay dedo, Ron. -Tum iss ke saath kya kar rahay ho?
Scabbers!
Usay akailay chhordou! Hatt jao! Tum kya kar rahay ho?!
Remus?
Sirius.
Meray puraanay dost!
Harry! Daikho zara tumhein.
Tum apnay baap say kitnay miltay ho.
James ki tarah. Hum sab say achhay dost thay...
Tumhaari Harry say baat karnay ki himmat kaisay hui?!
Tumhaari himmat kaisay hui, iss ke saamnay James ki baat karnay ki?!
Tum nay James aur Lily ko, Voldemort ke hawaalay kardiya, hai na?
Main aisa karna nahin chaahta tha!
The Dark Lord. Tumhein koi andaaza nahin ke uss ke paas kaisay hathiyaar hain!
Khud say poochho, Sirius! Tum kya kartay?
-Tum kya kartay? -Main marr jaata!
Main apnay doston ko dhoka dainay ke bajaaye marr jaata!
Harry, James naa chaahta ke mujhay maara jaaye.
Tumhaaray abbu... tumhaaray abbu mujhay chhordaitay.
Woh mujhay rehem dikhaatay!
Tumhein ehsaas hona chaahiye tha, Peter,
ke agar Voldemort tumhein nahin maarega tou hum maar deingay.
-Mil kar! -Nahin!
-Harry, yeh aadmi... -Main jaanta hoon yeh kya hai.
Lekin hum isay mehel lekar jaayeingay.
Tum par rehmat ho, larkay.
-Tum par rehmat ho! -Hatt jaao!
Main nay kaha hum tumhein mehel lekar jaayeingay.
Uss ke baad, tum dementors ke hawaalay.
Kaatnay keliye maafi chaahta hoon. Tumhein thora dard horaha hoga.
Thora? Thora?
-Tum nay taqreeban meri taang tordi! -Main choohay par nishaana laga raha tha.
Aam taur par, kuttay ke roop main meri fitrat bohot pyaari hoti hai.
Balkay, aik say ziyaada dafa...
James nay raaye di thi ke main hamesha keliye badal jaaon.
Dhum ke saath main reh sakta hoon.
Lekin keeray jaan leletay hain.
Acha.
-Tumhein ab jaana chaahiye. -Nahin, fikar mat karo, acha?
Sab theek hai, main rukta hoon.
Tum jaao, main rukti hoon.
-Tum theek ho? -Main theek hoon. Jaao.
-Yeh bohot takleefdeh lagta hai. -Bohot takleefdeh.
Woh...
Woh shaayed isay kaatdein.
Yaqeenan Madam Pomfrey isay foran theek kardeingi.
Bohot dair hochuki hai. Yeh khatam hochuka hai.
Isay kaatna hoga.
Khoobsoorat hai, hai na?
Main kabhi nahin bhooloonga jab main pehli dafa unn darwaazon say daakhil hua tha.
Dobaara aisa karna acha lagega, aik aazaad aadmi ki tarah.
Tum nay wahaan aik azeem kaam kiya.
Woh uss ke laaeq nahin.
Mujhay bas aisa laga ke meray abbu naa chaahtay ke unn ke dou sab say achhay dost
qaatil ban jaayein.
Waisay bhi...
murda, sach uss ke saath marr jaata hai.
Zinda, aap azaad hogay.
Mujhay aik flobberworm main badal dou. Kuch bhi, siwaaye dementors ke!
Ron! Main tumhaara acha dost raha hoon na? Aik acha paaltu jaanwar?
Tum inhein mujhay dementors ke hawaalay nahin karnay dogay na?
Main tumhaara chooha tha!
Pyaari larki.
-Chaalaak larki! Yaqeenan tum nahin... -Iss say duur ho!
Pata nahin agar tum jaantay ho, Harry...
lekin jab tum paida huay thay...
James aur Lily nay mujhay tumhaara godfather banaaya tha.
Main jaanta hoon.
Main samjhoonga agar tum apnay Uncle aur Aunt ke saath rehnay ka faisla karo...
lekin agar tum kabhi bhi aik doosra ghar chaahtay thay...
Kya? Aa kar aap ke saath rahoon?
Sirf aik soch hai. Main samajh sakta hoon agar tum aisa naa chaaho.
Harry!
Remus, meray puraanay dost. Kya tum nay aaj raat potion piya tha?
Tum jaantay ho tum asal main kya ho, Remus!
Tum asal main iss dil main rehtay ho! Iss dil main! Yahaan!
Jild sirf jild hai!
Expelliarmus!
Harry!
Remus! Remus!
Bhaago! Bhaago!
-Chalo. -Ruko, ruko.
Hermione!
Bura idea. Bura idea.
Professor?
Professor Lupin?
Pyaaray kuttay. Pyaaray kuttay.
Yeh rahay tum, Potter!
Sirius!
Yahaan waapis aao, Potter!
Sirius!
Nahin. Sirius!
Expecto Patronum!
Harry?
Main nay apnay abbu ko daikha.
Kya?
Unhon nay dementors ko bhagaaya.
Main nay unhein jheel ke paas daikha.
Suno, Harry, unhon nay Sirius ko qaid karliya hai.
Bas ab kisi bhi minute, dementors Kiss kardeingay.
-Matlab woh unhein maar deingay? -Nahin, badtar.
Badtareen.
Woh unn ki rooh nikaal deingay.
Headmaster, aap ko unhein rokna hoga.
-Unhon nay ghalat aadmi ko pakra hai. -Yeh sach hai, Sir. Sirius bayqusoor hai.
-Sab Scabbers nay kiya tha. -Scabbers?
Woh mera chooha tha, sir.
Woh sach main aik chooha nahin. Woh aik chooha tha.
Woh meray bhai Percy ka chooha tha.
-Lekin phir usay aik ullu dediya... -Baat yeh hai ke hamein sach pata hai.
-Please hum par yaqeen karein. -Main karta hoon, Ms Granger.
Lekin mujhay yeh kehtay huay afsos horaha hai
ke teen 13 saal ke jaadugar ki baat say doosray raazi nahin hongay.
Aik bacchay ki aawaaz, sach aur imaandaar...
unn keliye baymaayenay hai jo sunna bhool chukay hain.
Khoofiya cheez hai, waqt.
Taaqatwar...
aur jab uss ke saath garbar kartay hain... tou khatarnaak.
Sirius Black, Dark Tower ke sab say oonchay qaidkhaanay main hai.
Aap qaanoon jaanti hain, Ms Granger.
Aap ko koi daikhay naa.
Aur acha hoga agar aap iss aakhri ghanti ki jhankaar say pehlay laut jaayein.
Agar nahin, tou anjaam ki baat karna bhi khaufnaak hai.
Agar aap aaj raat kaamyaab hogayi...
aik say ziyaada maasoom jaan bach sakti hai.
Teen dafa ghumaanay say hojaayega, meray khayaal say.
Aray aur waisay.
Jab shak main hota hoon, tou main samajhta hoon
ke apnay qadam peechhay lejaana aqalmandi hoti hai.
Qismat aap ka saath day.
Yeh sab kis baaray main tha?
Sorry, Ron, lekin yeh daikhtay huay ke tum chal nahin saktay...
Abhi kya hua?
-Ron kahaan hai? -Saaray saat.
Hum saaray saat bajay kahaan thay?
Pata nahin. Hagrid ke paas jaa rahay thay?
Chalo. Aur koi hamein daikhay naa.
Hermione!
Hermione! Hermione, ruko.
Hermione, kya tum please mujhay bataaogi ke yeh hum kya kar rahay hain?
Tum!
Tum nafrat angaiz, shaitaani chhotay laal baig!
Woh hum hain.
Hermione, nahin!
Woh iss ke laaeq nahin hai.
Yeh aam nahin hai.
Yeh aik Time-Turner hai, Harry.
McGonagall nay mujhay yeh pehlay term main diya tha.
Main saaray saal apni classes main aisay hi pohnch rahi thi.
-Matlab hum waqt main peechay aagaye hain? -Haan.
Zaahir hai Dumbledore chaahtay thay ke hum yahaan waapis aayein.
Saaf hai kuch aisa hua tha, jo woh chaahtay hain ke hum badlein.
Mukka achha maara.
Shukriya.
Malfoy aaraha hai.
-Bhaago! -Mujh say duur hato!
-Bhaago! -Kisi say kuch nahin kehna, samjhay?
Acha!
Main uss ghanday khoon waali ko daikh loonga!
Meri baat yaad rakhna.
-Acha mehsoos hua. -Acha nahin, zabardast.
Chalo. Hamein Hagrid ke paas jaana chaahiye.
Daikho. Buckbeak abhi bhi zinda hai.
Zaahir hai.
Yaad hai Dumbledore nay kya kaha tha?
Agar hum kaamyaab hogaye,
aik say ziyaada maasoom jaan bach sakti hai.
Chalo.
Azeem aadmi, Dumbledore.
Azeem aadmi.
Woh aarahay hain. Mujhay jaldi karni chaahiye.
Fudge ko Buckbeak ko daikhna hoga, iss say pehlay ke hum usay churaayein.
Warna usay lagega ke Hagrid nay usay faraar kardiya.
Scabbers, tum zinda ho!
-Apnay paaltu jaanwaron par nazar rakhno. -Woh Pettigrew hai.
Harry, tum aisa nahin kar saktay.
Hermione, uss aadmi nay meray waaldein ko dhoka diya tha.
Tum chaahti ho ke main yahaan baitha rahoon?
Haan, baithna hi hoga!
Harry, tum ab Hagrid ke hut main ho.
Agar tum aisay andar ghus gaye tou tumhein paagal samjheingay.
Jo jaadugar waqt ke sath garbar karte hain unn ke saath bohot bura hota hai, Harry.
Koi hamein daikh nahin sakta.
Aap ko yeh raasta yaad hai, Minister?
Fudge aaraha hai.
Aur hum jaa nahin rahay.
Hum jaa kyun nahin rahay?
Tum paagal ho?
Takleef hui.
Sorry.
Hum peechhay ke darwaazay say baahir aarahay hain! Jaao!
Kya meray baal sach main peechhay say aisay dikhtay hain?
Hermione...
Kya?
Mujhay laga main nay abhi...
-Kuch nahin. -Chalo!
Mujhay sach main lagta hai ke...
Acha, jaao. Harry, jaao!
Duur jaao. Hato!
Minister, aap sach main chaahtay hain ke main wahaan aaon?
Nahin, bilkul nahin!
Bohot khoob phir.
Phir, committee ki taraf say...
Theek hai tou hazraat. Hum baahir jaayein?
Minister, mujhay sach main lagta hai ke mujhay bhi dastakhat karni chaahiye.
Jee, bohot achhay. Shaayed yeh acha hoga...
Acha, Buckbeak. Jaldi aao. Hamaaray saath abhi chalo, acha? Chalo.
Chalo.
Koshish kartay raho. Chalo. Jaldi.
Buckbeak. Acha? Jaldi. Jaldi karo. Acha?
-Sirf aap ka naam. -Bohot lamba naam hai.
Ab jaldi karo, Buckbeak, acha?
Chalo. Chalo, Buckbeak.
Aao aur murda ferret lou.
Chalo. Yahaan hai. Chalo, Beaky.
Chalein, Minister. Meray saath aayein.
-Ab wahaan daikhein. -Kahaan?
-Daikhein, patthar ke peechhay. -Main kya daikh raha hoon?
Professor Dippet nay woh pauday lagwaaye thay jab woh headmaster thay.
-Aray, haan, bilkul, bilkul. -Aur saari strawberries daikh rahay hain?
-Chalo, Buckbeak. Chalo. -Mujhay strawberries nazar nahin aarahi.
-Wahaan. -Kahaan?
-Wahaan. Daikhein. -Iss taraf.
-Chalein yeh kaam khatam karein, please. -Acha.
Lekin woh kahaan hai?
Main nay usay abhi abhi daikha tha.
-Aik pal bhi nahin hua! -Kitni kamaal ki baat hai.
Buckbeak.
Chalo bhi, Dumbledore. Zaahir hai kisi nay usay riha kiya.
-Hagrid? -Buckbeak.
Nahin, main nay nahin...
Mujhay nahin lagta ke Minister yeh keh rahay hain
ke tumhaara iss main koi haath tha, Hagrid.
Waisay bhi, aisa kaisay hosakta hai? Tum saara waqt hamaaray saath thay.
-Sahi. -Tou ab.
Hamein saara ilaaqa chhaanna hoga.
Aasmaan ki talaashi lein, agar aap chaahein tou, Minister.
Tab tak main aik cup chai peena chaahoonga ya bara sa brandy ka glass.
Aray, jallaad, aap ki khidmat ki ab zaroorat nahin.
Shukriya.
Aap ko iss ghar main koi chhotay glass nahin mileingay, professor.
-Chalo. -Iss taraf.
Iss taraf, ab.
-Ab kya? -Hum Sirius ko bachaayeingay.
-Kaisay? -Koi andaaza nahin.
-Daikho. Lupin hai. -Immobulus!
Aur Snape aaraha hai.
Aur ab hum intizaar kareingay.
-Kam az kam koi mazay leraha hai. -Haan.
-Hermione? -Haan?
Pehlay, jheel ke paas, jab main Sirius ke saath tha...
main nay kisi ko daikha tha.
Unhon nay dementors ko bhaga diya tha.
Patronus ke saath.
Main nay Snape ko yeh baat Dumbledore ko bataatay huay suni thi.
Uss ke mutaabiq...
sirf aik bohot taaqatwar jaadugar aisa kar sakta hai.
Woh meray abbu thay.
Woh meray abbu thay jis nay Patronus kiya tha.
-Lekin Harry, tumhaaray abbu... -Marr chukay hain, main jaanta hoon.
Main sirf tumhein bata raha hoon jo main nay daikha tha.
Waqt hogaya hai.
Tum Sirius ko mujh say baat kartay huay daikh rahi ho?
Woh mujhay apnay saath rehnay keliye poochh raha hai.
Bohot achi baat hai.
Jab hum usay aazad kardengay mujhe Dursley khaandaan main waapis nahin jaana parega.
Sirf woh aur main hongay.
Hum mulk main reh saktay hain...
koi aisi jagaah jahaan say aasmaan dikhay.
Meray khayaal say usay Azkaban main itnay saal guzaarnay ke baad woh pasand aayega.
Harry!
Bhaago!
Chalo.
-Tum kya kar rahi ho? -Tumhaari jaan bacha rahi hoon!
Shukriya.
Zabardast. Ab woh hamaaray paas aaraha hai.
Haan, main nay yeh nahin socha. Bhaago!
Mujhay itna darr lag raha tha!
Bechaaray Professor Lupin ki raat bohot mushkil guzar rahi hai.
Sirius.
Chalo!
-Yeh bohot bura hai. -Fikar mat karo.
Meray abbu aayeingay.
Woh Patronus kar dikhaayeingay.
Ab kisi bhi minute.
Wahaan. Tum daikhogi.
Harry, meri baat suno. Koi nahin aaraha.
Fikar mat karo, woh aayeingay. Woh zaroor aayeingay.
-Sirius. -Tum marr rahay ho...
tum dono.
Harry!
Expecto Patronum!
Tum sahi thi, Hermione.
Woh meray abbu nahin thay jisay main nay daikha tha. Woh main tha!
Main nay khud ko pehlay Patronus kartay huay daikha tha!
Iss dafa main jaanta tha ke main kaamyaab honga...
Main yeh kar chuka tha!
-Kuch samajh aaraha hai? -Nahin!
Lekin mujhay urrna pasand nahin!
Bombarda!
Main hamesha iss keliye tumhaara shukkar guzaar rahoonga...
tum dono ka.
-Main aap ke saath jaana chaahta hoon. -Aik din shaayed.
Kuch waqt keliye, meri zindagi bohot ajeeb hogi.
Aur waisay bhi...
filhaal tumhaari jagaah yahaan hai.
Lekin aap bequsoor hain.
Aur tum yeh jaantay ho.
Aur filhaal, yeh kaafi hai.
Tum yaqeenan yeh sunn kar thak chukay hogay...
lekin tum apnay abbu say itnay miltay ho.
Tumhaari aankhon ke ilaawaah.
-Tumhaari... -Aankhein ammi jaisi hain.
Itni zaalimaana baat hai ke main nay James aur Lily ke saath itna waqt guzaara hai,
aur tumhaaray saath itna kam.
Lekin tum yeh jaantay ho.
Jo hum say pyaar kartay hain woh hamein asal main kabhi chhor kar nahin jaatay.
Aur woh hamesha tumhein...
yahaan mileingay.
Tum sach main apni umar ki sab say maahir jaadugarni ho.
Hamein jaana hoga.
-Tou? -Woh aazaad hain. Hum nay kar dikhaaya.
Kya kar dikhaaya?
Shab bakhair.
Tum wahaan kaisay pohnchay?
Main tum say wahaan baat kar raha tha. Phir tum wahaan thay.
-Yeh kya keh raha hai, Harry? -Pata nahin.
Sach main, Ron. Koi dou jagaah main aik waqt main kaisay hosakta hai?
Hello, Harry.
Main nay tumhein aatay huay daikha.
Main badtar haal main bhi reh chuka hoon. Mera yaqeen maano.
-Aap ko naukri say nikaal diya. -Nahin.
Nahin. Main nay isteefa dediya, asal main.
Isteefa? Kyun?
Lagta hai ke kisi nay meray haalaat ke baaray main khabar baahir kardi.
Kal isi waqt pe, O.W.Ls aana shuru hongay
aur waaldein nahin chaaheingay...
ke mujh jaisa koi unn ke bacchon ko parhaaye.
-Lekin Dumbledore... -Dumbledore pehlay say
meray liye kaafi maslay main par chukay hain.
Waisay bhi, mujh jaisay log...
Bas yeh kehlou ke mujhay ab iss ki aadat hogayi hai.
Tum itnay udaas kyun lag rahay ho, Harry?
Kisi cheez say koi farq nahin para.
Pettigrew faraar hogaya.
Koi farq nahin para?
Harry, har cheez say farq para hai.
Tum nay sach saamnay laanay main madad ki.
Tum nay aik maasoom aadmi ko aik buray anjaam say bachaaya.
Bohot ziyaada farq para.
Agar mujhay kisi baat pe garv hai...
tou woh yeh hai ke iss saal tum nay kitna kuch seekha hai.
Ab, choonkay ab main tumhaara ustaad nahin raha...
mujhay yeh tumhein waapis dainay main koi pachhtaawa nahin horaha.
Ab main alvida kehta hoon, Harry.
Mujhay yaqeen hai ke hum jald dobaara mileingay.
Tab tak...
badmaashi qaabu hochuki.
Peechhay hato, main nay kaha!
Agar sahi say baithay nahin tou main isay oopar lejaaonga.
Harry.
Tumhein woh kahaan say mili?
Kya main usay aazma sakta hoon, Harry? Tumhaaray baad, zaahir hai.
-Tum kya keh rahay ho? -Chup karo.
Aadmi ko aanay ki jagaah dou. Mera usay kholne ka maqsad nahi tha Harry.
Woh sahi say bandha hua nahin tha. Yeh inhon nay mujh say karwaaya.
Koi nahin.
-Firebolt hai. -Dunya ki sab say taiz raftaar broom.
Meray liye?
-Lekin kis nay bhaiji hai. -Koi nahin jaanta.
Yeh iss ke saath aaya hai.
-Hamein apna jalwa dikhaao! -Hum Quidditch Cup jeeteingay hi!
-Jaao, Harry! -Haan, chalo dekhein.
Kitni taiz raftaar hai, Harry?
Lumos.
Main qasam khaata hoon ke main kisi kaam ka nahin.
Badmaashi qaabu hochuki.
Nox.