Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

ALBUS is violently pulled back into the bookcase.
SCORPIUS/HARRY: But I can’t . . . an invisible echo, what is that? The only thing I’m good at is
thinking and when I need to think — I can’t.
The books pull him inside them; he’s powerless. This is terrifying.
There’s silence. All of our three have been consumed. There’s nothing.
Then BANG — a shower of books are released from the bookcase — and SCORPIUS
reemerges. Smashing the books aside.
SCORPIUS: No! You don’t! Sybill Trelawney. No!!!!
He looks around, sunk but full of energy.
This is all wrong. Albus? Can you hear me? All this for a frigging Time-Turner. Think,
Scorpius. Think.
Books try and grab him, but he eludes their grasp.
A constant companion. Sometimes behind. Sometimes in front. Hang on. I’ve missed it.
Shadow. You’re a shadow. Shadows and Spirits. It must be . . .
He climbs up the bookcase, which is horrifying as it rises up at him. Grabbing at him with
his every step.
He pulls the book from the shelf. It comes out and the noise and chaos suddenly stop.
Is that —
Suddenly there’s a smashing and ALBUS and DELPHI fall out of the shelves and down to the
floor.
We beat it! We beat the library!
He raises his hands in triumph as ALBUS anxiously looks at DELPHI.
ALBUS: Delphi, are you . . . ?
DELPHI: Wow. Quite a ride.
ALBUS notices the book SCORPIUS is holding to his chest.
ALBUS: Is that . . . Scorpius? What’s inside that book?
DELPHI: I think we should find out, don’t you?