Lord Voldemort

I want to see the light leave your eyes!

I mean, it's sort of exciting, isn't it, breaking the rules?

The name. Give me the wretched name!

He's back. He's back.

Working hard is important, but there's something that matters even more:

Enough!

Watch where you're going, Longbottom.

Augustus Rookwood? Of the Department of Mysteries?

It was foolish of you to come here tonight, Tom.

Excellent! We now have our three champions.

Kreacher lives to serve the noble house of Black.

Who are you and what have you done with Hermione?

You're a fool, Harry Potter.

Bombarda Maxima.

The Dark Lord isn't resting.

You were going to Dumbledore, weren't you?

- This one deserved it. - Yeah.

When is it?

Harry. Harry.

Good. I want to join. If Voldemort's raising an army, then I want to fight.

She was at my hearing. She works for Fudge.

There were signs, my slippery friend. And more than whispers.

- It's wrong, I tell you! - You French tart.

...to address the seriously falling standards at Hogwarts School.

I assure you, my Lord, I have never renounced the old ways.