Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2

It's beautiful here.

It was our aunt's.

We used to come here as kids.

The Order uses it now as a safe house.

What's left of us, at least.

Muggles think these keep evil away, but they're wrong.

I need to talk to the goblin.

How are you?

Alive.

You probably don't remember--

That I showed you to your vault the first time you came to Gringotts?

Even amongst goblins you're famous, Harry Potter.

You buried the elf.

Yes.

And brought me here.

You are...

...a very unusual wizard.

How did you come by this sword?

It's complicated.

Why did Bellatrix Lestrange think it should be in her vault at Gringotts?

It's complicated.

The sword presented itself to us in a moment of need.

We didn't steal it.

There is a sword in Madam Lestrange's vault identical to this one...

...but it is a fake.

It was placed there this summer.

- And she never suspected it was a fake? - The replica is very convincing.

Only a goblin would recognize that this is the true sword of Gryffindor.

Who is the acquaintance?

A Hogwarts professor. As I understand it, he's now headmaster.

Snape?

He put a fake sword in Bellatrix's vault?

Why?

There are more than a few curious things in the vaults at Gringotts.

And in Madam Lestrange's vault as well?

Perhaps.

I need to get into Gringotts. Into one of the vaults.

This is impossible.

Alone, yes. But with you, no.

Why should I help you?

I have gold. Lots of it.

- I have no interest in gold. - Then what?

That.

That is my price.

Are you thinking there's a Horcrux in Bellatrix's vault?

She was terrified when she thought we'd been in there.

She kept asking you what else we'd taken.

I bet you there's a Horcrux in there, another piece of his soul.

Let's find it and kill it, we're one step closer to killing him.

And what happens when we find it?

How are we supposed to destroy it now you've given the sword to Griphook?

I'm still working on that part.

He's weak.

Yes?

Mr. Ollivander, I need to ask you a few questions.

Anything, my boy, anything.

Would you mind identifying this wand?

We need to know if it's safe to use.

Walnut.

Dragon heart string.

Twelve and three-quarter inches.

Unyie--

Unyielding.

This belonged to Bellatrix Lestrange.

Treat it carefully.

And this?

Hawthorn.

And unicorn hair.

Ten inches. Reasonably pliant.

This was the wand of Draco Malfoy.

Was? Is it not still?

Well, perhaps not, if you won it from him.

I sense its allegiance has changed.

You talk about wands as if they have feelings...

...can think.

The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter.

That much has always been clear to those of us who have studied wandlore.

And what do you know about the Deathly Hallows?

It is rumored there are three:

The Elder Wand...

...the Cloak of Invisibility to hide you from your enemies...

...and the Resurrection Stone to bring back loved ones from the dead.

Together, they make one the master of death.

But few truly believe that such objects exist.

Do you?

Do you believe they exist, sir?

I see no reason to put stock into an old wives' tale.

You're lying.

You know one exists.

You told him about it.

You told him about the Elder Wand and where he could go looking for it.

He tortured me.

Besides...

...I only conveyed rumors.

There's...

There's no telling whether he will find it.

He has found it, sir.

We'll let you rest.

He's after you, Mr. Potter.

If it's true, what you say, and he has the Elder Wand...

...I'm afraid...

...you really don't stand a chance.

Well, I suppose I'll have to kill him before he finds me, then.

Are you sure that's hers?

Positive.

Well?

How do I look?

Hideous.

You can give that to Hermione to hold, all right, Griphook?

We're relying on you.

If you get us past the guards and into the vault, the sword's yours.

Madam Lestrange.

Good morning.

"Good morning"? "Good morning"?

You're Bellatrix Lestrange, not some dewy-eyed school girl.

Hey. Easy.

She gives us away, we might as well use that sword to slit our own throats.

Understand?

No, he's right. I was being stupid.

Okay.

Let's do it.

I wish to enter my vault.

Identification?

I hardly think that'll be necessary.

Madam Lestrange.

I don't like to be kept waiting.

They know.

They know she's an imposter.

They've been warned.

Harry?

What do we do, Harry?

Madam Lestrange, would you mind presenting your wand?

And why should I do that?

It's the bank's policy. I'm sure you understand given the current climate.

No. I most certainly do not understand.

I'm afraid I must insist.

lmperio.

Very well, Madam Lestrange. If you will follow me.

What is that, Griphook?

Griphook.

Arresto momentum.

Well done, Hermione.

Oh, no, you look like you again.

The Thief's Downfall. Washes away all enchantments.

Can be deadly.

You don't say.

Just out of interest, is there any other way out of here?

No.

What the devil are all you doing down here?

Thieves!

- When you gave up the keys, you-- - lmperio.

That doesn't sound good.

Bloody hell.

That's a Ukrainian Ironbelly.

Here.

It's been trained to expect pain when it hears the noise.

That's barbaric.

Lumos.

Blimey.

Accio Horcrux.

You're not trying that one again, are you?

That kind of magic won't work in here.

Is it in here, Harry?

Can you feel anything?

That's it. Up there.

They've added the Gemino curse. Everything you touch will multiply.

Give me the sword.

Stop moving.

Got it.

We had a deal, Griphook.

The cup for the sword.

I said I'd get you in. I didn't say anything about getting you out.

Griphook!

- Thieves! Help! - Griphook!

Thieves!

Foul little git. Least we've still got Bogrod.

That's unfortunate.

We can't just stand here. Who's got an idea?

You're the brilliant one.

I've got something, but it's mad.

Reducto.

Well, come on, then.

Relashio.

He's moving! Aah!

Now what?

Reducto.

Hold on.

That was brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.

We're dropping.

- I say we jump. - When?

Now.

He knows. You-Know-Who.

He knows we broke into Gringotts.

He knows what we took and he knows we're hunting Horcruxes.

- How is it you know? - I saw him.

You let him in? Harry, you can't do that.

Hermione, I can't always help it. Well, maybe I can. I don't know.

Never mind. What happened?

Well, he's angry.

And scared too.