- Meh... I've seen better cinematography.
Better cinematography, certainly. But never from a Harry Potter movie. (especially compared to Movie 4. >_<)
It just cool the way they filmed it... the way Harry jerked whenever the snake struck, and just the angle of camera and stuff.
Oh, they're great at acting normally, but Petunia and Vernon were supposed to be absolutely
livid in that scene. And Dudley was completely monotone when he was trying to be OMG MEAN to Harry.
No, I really believe they'd make him look scarier. He's looks like a bad sci-fi villain right now, there's definitely something missing there, and I think it's the red eyes.
Oh, I'll take Gambon over Harris any day. I'm just sayin'... he was great in the third movie.
As soon as I can find it online, I'm freaking pasting the book version of the duel. It's ten hundred times better than that Captain Planet crap.
PLEASE go ahead and post it. It'll prove my point even further.
Alright, buddies, I'm so keen on proving my point, I'm typing up this three-page long mutha' BY HAND.
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Voldemort paid no attention.
“I have nothing more to say to you Potter, he said quietly. “You have irked me too often, for too long. AVADA KEDAVRA!”
Harry had not even opened his mouth to resist. His mind was blank, his wand pointing uselessly at the floor.
But the headless statue of the wizard in the fountain had sprung alive, leaping from its plinth, and landed on the floor with a crash between Harry and Voldemort. The spell merely glanced off his chest as the statue flung out its arms, protecting Harry.
“What-?” said Voldemort, staring around. And then he breathed, “Dumbledore!”
Harry looked behind him, his heart pounding. Dumbledore was standing in front of the golden gates.
Voldemort raised his wand and sent another jet of green light at Dumbledore, who turned and was gone in a whirling of his cloak; next second he had reappeared behind Voldemort and waved his wand toward the remnants of the fountain; the other statues sprang to life too. The statue of the witch ran at Bellatrix, who screamed and sent spells streaming uselessly off its chest, before it dived at her, pinning her to the floor. Meanwhile the goblin and the house-elf scuttled toward the fireplaces set along the wall, and the one-armed centaur galloped at Voldemort, who vanished, and reappeared beside the pool. The headless statue thrust Harry backward, away from the fight, as Dumbledore advanced on Voldemort and the golden centaur cantered around them both.
“It was foolish to come here tonight, Tom,” said Dumbledore calmly. “The Aurors are on their way-“
“By which time I shall be gone, and you dead!” spat Voldemort. He sent another Killing Curse at Dumbledore but missed, instead hitting the security guard’s desk, which burst into flame.
Dumbledore flicked his own wand. The force of the spell that emanated from it was such that Harry, though shielded by his stone guard, felt his hair stand on end as it passed, and this time Voldemort was forced to conjure a shining silver shield out of thin air to deflect it. The spell, whatever it was, caused no visible damage to the shield, though a deep, gonglike note reverberated from it, an oddly chilling sound…
“You do not seek to kill me, Dumbledore?” called Voldemort. His scarlet eyes narrowed over the top of the shield. “Above such brutality, are you?”
“We both know that there are other ways of destroying a man, Tom,” Dumbledore said calmly, continuing to walk toward Voldemort as though he had not a fear in the world, as though nothing had happened to interrupt his stroll up the hall. “Merely taking your life would not satisfy me, I admit- “
“There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!” snarled Voldemort.
“You are quite wrong,” said Dumbledore, still closing in upon Voldemort and speaking as lightly as though they were discussing the matter over drinks. Harry felt scared to see him walking along, undefended, shieldless. He wanted to cry out a warning, but his headless guard kept shunting him backward toward the wall, blocking his every attempt to get out from behind it. “Indeed, your failure to understand that there are things much worse than death has always been your greatest weakness- “
Another jet of green light flew our from behind the silver shield. This time it was the one-armed centaur, galloping in front of Dumbledore, that took the blast and shattered into a hundred pieces, but before the fragments had even hit the floor, Dumbledore had drawn back his wand and waved it as though brandishing a whip. A long thin flame flew from the tip; it wrapped itself around Voldemort, shield and all. For a moment, it seemed Dumbledore had won, but then the fiery rope became a serpent, which relinquished its hold upon Voldemort at once and turned, hissing furiously, to face Dumbledore.
Voldemort vanished. The snake reared from the floor, ready to strike-
There was a burst of flame in midair above Dumbledore just as Voldemort reappeared, standing on the plinth in the middle of the pool where so recently the five statues had stood.
“Look out!” Harry yelled.
But even as he shouted, one more jet of green light had flown at Dumbledore from Voldemort’s wand and the snake had struck-
Fawkes swooped down in front of Dumbledore opened his beak wide, and swallowed the jet of green light whole. He burst into flame and fell to the floor, small, wrinkled and flightless. At the same moment, Dumbledore brandished his wand in one, long, fluid movement—the snake, which had been an instant from sinking its fangs into him, flew high into the air and vanished in a wisp of dark smoke; the water in the pool rose up and covered Voldemort like a cocoon of molten glass-
For a few seconds Voldemort was visible only as a dark rippling, faceless figure, shimmering and indistinct upon the plinth clearly struggling the throw off the suffocating mass-
Then he was gone, and the water fell with a crash back into its pool, slopping wildly overt the sides drenching the polished floor.
Copyright JK Rowling and totally not Joy.
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^You can’t. freaking. beat. that.
*hand craps*
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? That's worse than the Mauraders omission in the third movie. No lie.
