"Bloody kids." "How fastidious you've become, Wormtail." "As I recall, you once called the nearest gutter pipe home." "Could it be that the task of nursing me has become wearisome for you?" "Oh, no." "No, no, my Lord Voldemort." "I only meant perhaps if we were to do it without the boy." "No!" "The boy is everything!" "It cannot be done without him." "And it will be done." "Exactly as I said." "I will not disappoint you, my Lord." "Good." "First, gather our old comrades." "Send them a sign." "Nagini tells me the old Muggle caretaker is standing just outside the door." "Step aside, Wormtail, so I can give our guest a proper greeting." "Avada Kedavra!" "Harry." "Harry!" "Are you all right?" "Hermione." "Bad dream." "When did you get here?" "Just now." "You?" "Last night." "Wake up!" "Wake up, Ronald!" "Bloody hell." "Honestly, get dressed." "And don't go back to sleep." "Come on, Ron!" "Your mother says breakfast's ready!" "Ron, where are we actually going?" "Don't know." "Hey, Dad." "Where are we going?" "Haven't the foggiest." "Keep up!" "Arthur!" "It's about time, son." "Sorry, Amos." "Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start." "This is Amos Diggory, everyone." "Works with me at the Ministry." "And this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?" "Yes, sir." "This way." "Merlin's beard!" "You must be Harry Potter." "Yes, sir." "Great, great pleasure." "Pleasure to meet you too, sir." "Yes, it's just over there." "Shall we?" "Oh, yeah." "We don't want to be late." "Come on." "Nearly there now." "Get yourself into a good position." "Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?" "That isn't just any manky old boot." "It's a Portkey." "Time to go!" "What's a Portkey?" "Ready!" "After three." "One, two..." "Harry!" "...three!" "Let go, kids!" "What?" "!" "Let go!" "I'll bet that cleared your sinuses, eh?" "Total shambles, as per usual." "Thanks." "Go on, look at that!" "Well, kids, welcome to the Quidditch World Cup!" "Stay together!" "Keep up, girls!" "Look!" "Come on!" "Keep up, girls!" "Blimey!" "Parting of the ways, I think, old chap." "See you at the match." "See you." "Cedric." "Ced, come on." "See you later, Cedric." "Home sweet home." "What?" "Excellent, excellent." "Ginny, look!" "All to the bath." "Look." "Girls, choose a bunk and unpack." "Ron, get out of the kitchen." "We're all hungry." "Yeah, get out of the kitchen, Ron!" "Feet off the table!" "Feet off the table!" "Feet off the table!" "I love magic." "Get your Quidditch World Cup programs here!" "Blimey, Dad." "How far up are we?" "Well, put it this way:" "If it rains you'll be the first to know." "Father and I are in the minister's box by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself." "Don't boast, Draco." "There's no need with these people." "Do enjoy yourself, won't you?" "While you can." "Come on up." "Take your seats." "I told you these seats would be worth waiting for." "Come on!" "It's the Irish!" "There's Troy!" "And Mullet!" "And Moran!" "Ireland!" "Ireland!" "Ireland!" "Here come the Bulgarians!" "Yes!" "Who's that?" "That, sis, is the best Seeker in the world." "Krum!" "Krum!" "Krum!" "Krum!" "Yes!" "Good evening!" "As Minister for Magic it gives me great pleasure to welcome each and every one of you to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!" "Let the match begin!" "Krum!" "Krum!" "Krum!" "There's no one like Krum." "Krum?" "Dumb Krum?" "He's like a bird, the way he rides the wind." "He's more than an athlete." "Dumb Krum." "He's an artist." "I think you're in love, Ron." "Shut up." "Viktor, I love you" "Viktor, I do" "When we're apart My heart beats only for you" "Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on." "Stop!" "Stop it!" "It's not the Irish." "We've gotta get out of here." "Now!" "Get out, it's the Death Eaters!" "Get back to the Portkey, everybody, and stick together!" "Fred, George!" "Ginny is your responsibility." "Go!" "Harry!" "Keep up, you lot!" "Harry!" "Harry!" "Harry!" "Morsmordre!" "Harry!" "Where are you?" "Harry!" "We've been looking for you for ages!" "Thought we lost you, mate." "What is that?" "Stupefy!" "Stop!" "That's my son!" "Ron, Harry, Hermione, you all right?" "We came back for Harry." "Which of you conjured it?" "Crouch, you can't possi" "Do not lie!" "You've been discovered at the scene of the crime." "Crime?" "Barty!" "They're just kids." "What crime?" "It's the Dark Mark, Harry." "It's his mark." "What, Voldemort?" "Those people tonight, in the masks, they're his too, aren't they?" "His followers?" "Yeah." "Death Eaters." "Follow me." "There was a man, before." "There!" "All of you, this way!" "A man, Harry?" "Who?" "I don't know." "I didn't see his face." "Anything from the trolley?" "Anything from the trolley?" "Anything from the trolley, dears?" "Packet of Drooble's and a Licorice Wand." "On second thought, just the Drooble's." "It's all right, I'll get it." "Don't worry." "Just the Drooble's." "Thanks." "Two Pumpkin Pasties, please." "Thank you." "Anything sweet for you, dear?" "Oh, no, I'm not hungry." "Thank you." "Anything from the trolley?" "This is horrible." "How can the Ministry not know who conjured it?" "Wasn't there any security or...?" "Loads, according to Dad." "That's what worried them so much." "Happened right under their noses." "It's hurting again, isn't it?" "Your scar." "I'm fine." "You know Sirius will want to hear about this what you saw at the World Cup and the dream." "Hedwig." "There we go." "Clear the runway!" "Well, there's something you don't see every day." "Well, now we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement." "This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well." "You see, Hogwarts has been chosen...." "Yes, what is it?" "What is it?" "Tell them to wait." "Tell them to wait." "Wait." "So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event:" "The Triwizard Tournament." "For those of you who do not know..." "Brilliant." "...the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests." "From each school, a single student is selected to compete." "Now let me be clear." "If chosen, you stand alone." "And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint-hearted." "But more of that later." "For now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress, Madame Maxime." "Bloody hell." "Blimey." "That's one big woman." "And now our friends from the north." "Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their high master, Igor Karkaroff." "Oh, it's Krum!" "Blimey, it's him!" "Viktor Krum!" "Albus." "Igor." "Professor Dumbly-dorr, my horses have traveled a long way." "They will need attending to." "Don't worry, Madame Maxime." "Our gamekeeper, Hagrid, is more than capable of seeing to them." "But you know, Monsieur Hagrid they drink only single-malt whiskey." "You idiot!" "Your attention, please!" "I'd like to say a few words." "Eternal glory." "That is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament." "But to do this, that student must survive three tasks." "Three extremely dangerous tasks." "Wicked." "Wicked." "For this reason, the Ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule." "To explain all this we have the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation Mr. Bartemius Crouch." "Bloody hell." "It's Mad-Eye Moody." "Alastor Moody?" "The Auror?" "Auror?" "Dark-wizard catcher." "Half the cells in Azkaban are filled thanks to him." "He's supposed to be mad as a hatter, though, these days." "My dear old friend, thanks for coming." "Stupid ceiling." "Thank you." "What's that he's drinking, do you suppose?" "I don't know, but I don't think it's pumpkin juice." "After due consideration the Ministry has concluded that, for their own safety no student under the age of 17 shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament." "This decision is final." "That's rubbish!" "That's rubbish!" "You don't know what you're doing!" "Silence!" "They're not too happy about that, then." "The Goblet of Fire." "Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament need only write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night." "Do not do so lightly." "If chosen, there's no turning back." "As from this moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun." "Alastor Moody." "Ex-Auror Ministry malcontent and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." "I am here because Dumbledore asked me." "End of story, goodbye, the end." "Any questions?" "When it comes to the Dark Arts I believe in a practical approach." "But first, which of you can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?" "Three, sir." "And they are so named?" "Because they are unforgivable." "The use of any one of them will" "Will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban, correct." "The Ministry says you're too young to see what these curses do." "I say different!" "You need to know what you're up against!" "You need to be prepared." "You need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the underside of your desk, Mr. Finnigan!" "No way." "The old codger can see out the back of his head." "And hear across classrooms!" "So which curse shall we see first?" "Weasley!" "Yes?" "Stand." "Give us a curse." "Well, my dad did tell me about one." "The Imperius Curse." "Oh, yeah, your father would know all about that." "Gave the Ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago." "Perhaps this will show you why." "Hello." "Lovely little beauty." "Engorgio." "Imperio!" "Don't worry." "It's completely harmless." "If she bites she's lethal." "What are you laughing at?" "Get off!" "Talented, isn't she?" "What should I have her do next?" "Jump out the window?" "Drown herself?" "Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only did You-Know-Who's bidding under the influence of the Imperius Curse." "But here's the rub:" "How do we sort out the liars?" "Another, another." "Up, up." "Come on." "Longbottom, is it?" "Up." "Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for herbology." "There's the...." "The Cruciatus Curse." "Correct, correct." "Come, come." "Particularly nasty." "The torture curse." "Crucio!" "Stop it!" "Can't you see it's bothering him?" "Stop it!" "Perhaps you could give us the last Unforgivable Curse, Miss Granger." "No?" "Avada Kedavra!" "The Killing Curse." "Only one person is known to have survived it and he's sitting in this room." "Brilliant, isn't he?" "Completely demented, of course, and terrifying to be in the same room with but he's really been there, you know?" "He's looked evil in the eye." "There's a reason those curses are unforgivable." "To perform them in a classroom...." "I mean, did you see Neville's face?" "Neville?" "Son?" "You all right?" "Come on." "We'll have a cup of tea." "I want to show you something." "We're gonna be late!" "Come on, Cedric." "Put it in!" "Eternal glory." "Be brilliant, wouldn't it?" "Three years from now, when we're old enough to be chosen." "Yeah, rather you than me." "Yes!" "Thank you, thank you." "Well, lads, we've done it." "Cooked it up just this morning." "It's not going to work." "Oh, yeah?" "And why is that, Granger?" "You see this?" "This is an Age Line." "Dumbledore drew it himself." "So?" "So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dimwitted as an Aging Potion." "But that's why it's so brilliant." "Because it's so pathetically dimwitted." "Ready, Fred?" "Ready, George." "Bottoms up." "Bottoms up." "Yes!" "Yes!" "Yeah!" "Yes!" "Ready?" "Yes!" "Yes!" "You said!" "You said!" "Oh, right, you want a piece of me?" "!" "I'll tear your ears off!" "Now you're making me laugh." "Take this!" "Come on!" "Fight!" "Fight!" "Fight!" "We're "old school," right?" "Yeah, but you look older!" "Sit down." "Please." "Now the moment you've all been waiting for:" "The champion selection." "The Durmstrang champion is Viktor Krum." "The champion for Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour." "The Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory!" "Excellent!" "We now have our three champions." "But in the end, only one will go down in history." "Only one will hoist this chalice of champions this vessel of victory the Triwizard Cup!" "Harry Potter." "Harry Potter?" "No." "No." "Harry Potter!" "Go on, Harry." "Harry, for goodness sake." "He's a cheat!" "He's not even 17 yet!" "It's wrong, I tell you!" "You French tart." "Everything is a conspiracy theory!" "Quiet!" "I can't think!" "Everything is a conspiracy theory!" "I protest." "Harry." "I protest!" "Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?" "No, sir." "Did you ask one of the older students..." "...to do it for you?" "No, sir." "You're absolutely sure?" "Yes." "Yes, sir." "But of course he is lying." "The hell he is!" "The Goblet of Fire is an exceptionally powerful magical object." "Only an exceptionally powerful Confundus Charm could've hoodwinked it." "Magic way beyond the talents of a fourth year." "You seem to have given this a fair bit of thought, Mad-Eye." "It was once my job to think as dark wizards do, Karkaroff..." "...perhaps you remember." "This doesn't help, Alastor." "Leave this to you, Barty." "The rules are absolute." "The Goblet of Fire constitutes a binding magical contract." "Mr. Potter has no choice." "He is, as of tonight a Triwizard champion." "This can't go on, Albus." "First the Dark Mark." "Now this?" "What do you suggest, Minerva?" "Put an end to it." "Don't let Potter compete." "You heard Barty." "The rules are clear." "Well, the devil with Barty and his rules." "And since when did you accommodate the Ministry?" "Headmaster, I, too, find it difficult to believe this mere coincidence." "However, if we are to truly discover the meaning of these events perhaps we should, for the time being let them unfold." "What--?" "Do nothing?" "Offer him up as bait?" "Potter is a boy, not a piece of meat." "I agree." "With Severus." "Alastor, keep an eye on Harry, will you?" "I can do that." "Don't let him know, though." "He must be anxious enough as it is knowing what lies ahead." "Then again, we all are." "How did you do it?" "Never mind." "Doesn't matter." "Might've let your best friend know, though." "Let you know what?" "You know bloody well what." "I didn't ask for this to happen, Ron." "Okay?" "You're being stupid." "Yeah, that's me." "Ron Weasley, Harry Potter's stupid friend." "I didn't put my name in that cup." "I don't want eternal glory." "I just wanna be...." "Look, I don't know what happened tonight and I don't know why." "It just did." "Okay?" "Piss off." "What a charismatic quartet." "Hello." "I'm Rita Skeeter." "I write for the Daily Prophet." "But of course you know that, don't you?" "It's you we don't know." "You're the juicy news." "What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks?" "What mysteries do the muscles mask?" "Does courage lie beneath those curls?" "In short, what makes a champion tick?" ""Me, Myself  I" want to know." "Not to mention my rabid readers." "So who's feeling up to sharing?" "Shall we start with the youngest?" "Lovely." "This is cozy." "It's a broom cupboard." "You should feel right at home, then." "Don't mind if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill, do you?" "No." "So tell me, Harry." "Here you sit, a mere boy of 12" "I'm 14." "Sorry." "about to compete against three students not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself but who have mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams." "Concerned?" "I don't know." "I haven't really thought about it." "Just ignore the quill." "Then, of course, you're no ordinary boy of 12, are you?" "Fourteen." "Your story's legend." "Do you think it was the trauma of your past that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament?" "No, I didn't enter." "Of course you didn't." "Everyone loves a rebel, Harry." "Scratch that last." "Speaking of your parents, were they alive how do you think they'd feel?" "Proud?" "Or concerned that your attitude shows, at best, a pathological need for attention at worst, a psychotic death wish?" "Hey, my eyes aren't "glistening with the ghosts of my past. "" "Harry, I couldn 't risk sending Hedwig." "Since the World Cup, the Ministry's been intercepting more and more owls and she's too easily recognized." "We need to talk, Harry, face-to-face." "Meet me in the Gryffindor common room, 1:00 this Saturday night." "And make sure you're alone." "Sirius." "P.S.:" "The bird bites." "Sirius?" "Harry Potter, age 12 suspect entrant in the Triwizard Tournament." "His eyes swimming with the ghosts of his past and choking back tears...." "Sirius." "How--?" "I don't have much time, so let me get straight to it." "Did you or did you not put your name into the Goblet of Fire?" "No!" "I had to ask." "Now, tell me about this dream of yours." "You mentioned Wormtail and Voldemort." "But who was the third man in the room?" "I don't know." "You didn't hear a name?" "No." "Voldemort was giving him a job to do." "Something important." "And what was that?" "He wanted me." "I don't know why." "But he was gonna use this man to get to me." "But, I mean, it was only a dream, right?" "Yes." "It's just a dream." "Look, Harry." "The Death Eaters at the World Cup, your name rising from that goblet these are not just coincidences." "Hogwarts isn't safe anymore." "What are you saying?" "I'm saying the devils are inside the walls." "Igor Karkaroff?" "He was a Death Eater." "And no one, no one stops being a Death Eater." "Then there's Barty Crouch." "Heart of stone." "Sent his own son to Azkaban." "You think one of them put my name in the goblet?" "I haven't a clue who put your name in that goblet but whoever did is no friend to you." "People die in this tournament." "I'm not ready for this, Sirius." "You don't have a choice." "Someone's coming." "Keep your friends close, Harry." "Who were you talking to?" "What?" "Who says iI was talking to anyone?" "I heard voices." "Maybe you're imagining things." "Wouldn't be the first time." "You're probably just practicing for your next interview, I expect." "Amazing." "Amazing!" "Neville." "You're doing it again." "Right, sorry." ""Magical Water Plants of the Highland Lochs"?" "Moody gave it to me." "That day we had tea." "It's already been through enough people." "Why don't you just go and talk to him yourself?" "Ron, this is your problem, not mine." "What do you want me to say again?" "Go." "Ronald would like me to tell you that Seamus told him that Dean was told by Parvati that Hagrid's looking for you." "Is that right?" "Well, you" "What?" "Are you sure you won't do this?" "Do it." "Dean was told by Parvati that...." "Please don't ask me to say it again." "Hagrid's looking for you." "Well, you can tell Ronald" "I'm not an owl!" "Did you bring your father's cloak, like I asked you?" "Yeah, I brought the cloak." "Hagrid, where are we going?" "You'll see soon enough." "Now pay attention, this is important." "What's with the flower?" "Hagrid, have you combed your hair?" "As a matter of fact, I have." "You might like to try the same thing now and again." "Hagrid?" "The cloak!" "Put the cloak on!" "Bonsoir, Olympe." "Oh, Hagrid." "I thought perhaps you weren't coming." "I thought perhaps you had forgotten me." "Couldn't forget you, Olympe." "What is it you wanted to show me?" "When we spoke earlier, you sounded so exhilarated." "You'll be glad you came." "Trust me." "Can we get closer?" "Dragons?" "That's the first task?" "You're joking." "Come on, Harry." "These are seriously misunderstood creatures." "Oh, crikey!" "Although, I have to admit that Horntail is a right nasty piece of work." "Poor Ron nearly fainted just seeing him, you know." "Ron was here?" "Oh, sure." "His brother Charlie helped to bring him over from Romania." "Didn't Ron tell you that?" "No, he didn't." "He didn't tell me a thing." "You cheat, Potter." "You stink, Potter." "Good luck, Potter." "Potter stinks!" "Cedric rules." "Thanks." "Like the badge?" "Excuse me." "Harry." "Hey!" "Read the badge, Potter!" "Can I have a word?" "All right." "You stink, Potter!" "Potter, you stink!" "Harry Potter smells!" "Dragons." "That's the first task." "They've got one for each of us." "Come on, Ced!" "Are you serious?" "And Fleur and Krum, do they--?" "Yes." "Come on, Ced, leave him." "Right." "He's not worth it." "Read the badges, Potter!" "Hey, listen." "About the badges." "I've asked them not to wear them, but" "Don't worry about it." "It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly." "It just happens a fair bit." "You have to admit, though, fire's pretty fascinating." "You're a right foul git, you know that?" "You think so?" "I know so." "Anything else?" "Yeah." "Stay away from me." "Fine." "There's Potter." "Cheat." "Why so tense, Potter?" "My father and I have a bet, you see." "I don't think you're gonna last 10 minutes in this tournament." "He disagrees." "He thinks you won't last five." "I don't give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy." "He's vile and cruel." "And you're just pathetic." "Pathetic?" "Oh, no, you don't, sonny!" "I'll teach you to curse someone when their back is turned!" "You stinking, cowardly, scummy..." "Professor Moody!" "...back-shooting" "What are you doing?" "Teaching." "Is that a--?" "Is that a student?" "Technically, it's a ferret." "Stand still!" "Stand still!" "My father will hear about this!" "Is that a threat?" "Professor Moody!" "Is that a threat?" "Professor!" "I could tell you stories about your father that would curl even your greasy hair!" "Alastor!" "Alastor." "It doesn't end here!" "We never use transfiguration as a punishment!" "Surely Dumbledore told you that." "He might've mentioned it." "Well, you will do well to remember it." "Away!" "You." "Come with me." "That's a Foe-Glass." "Lets me keep an eye on my enemies." "If I can see the whites of their eyes, they're standing right behind me." "Wouldn't even bother telling you what's in there." "You wouldn't believe it if I did." "Now what are you going to do about your dragon?" "Well, you know, I just thought I'd...." "Sit." "Listen to me, Potter." "Your pal Diggory?" "By your age, he could turn a whistle into a watch and have it sing you the time." "Miss Delacour?" "She's as much a fairy princess as I am." "As for Krum, his head may be filled with sawdust but Karkaroff's is not." "They'll have a strategy." "And you can bet that it will play to Krum's strengths." "Come on, Potter." "What are your strengths?" "I don't know." "Well, I can fly." "I mean, I'm a fair flyer." "But I...." "Better than fair, the way I heard it." "But I'm not allowed a broom." "You're allowed a wand." "Bets!" "Place your bets!" "Bets taken!" "Bets taken here!" "Step up, folks!" "Who fancies a flutter in today's bloodbath?" "Smart money's on Krum to survive!" "Any bets?" "Yes, sir?" "Ten-to-1 for Fleur." "There you go." "Thank you very much." "Your attention, please." "This is a great day for all of us." "Each of the three tasks involves very considerable danger." "Please keep your seats at all times." "This will minimize any risks you may be exposed to." "Harry?" "Is that you?" "Yeah." "I'm sure we all wish our champions..." "How are you feeling?" "Okay?" "...the greatest of luck." "The key is to concentrate." "After that, you just have to" "Battle a dragon." "Young love." "How stirring." "If everything goes unfortunately today you two may even make the front page." "You have no business here." "This tent is for champions and friends." "No matter." "We've got what we wanted." "Good day, champions." "Gather round, please." "Now, you've waited, you've wondered, and at last the moment has arrived." "A moment only four of you can fully appreciate." "What are you doing here, Miss Granger?" "Sorry, I'll just go." "Barty, the bag." "Champions, in a circle around me." "Miss Delacour, over here." "Mr. Krum." "And, Potter, Mr. Potter, over here." "That's right." "Now Miss Delacour, if you will." "The Welsh Green." "Mr. Krum." "The Chinese Fireball." "The Swedish Short-Snout." "Which leaves...." "The Horntail." "What's that, boy?" "Nothing." "The Hungarian Horntail." "These represent four very real dragons each of which has been given a golden egg to protect." "Your objective is simple:" "Collect the egg." "This you must do, for each egg contains a clue without which you cannot hope to proceed to the next task." "Any questions?" "Very well." "Good luck, champions." "Mr. Diggory, at the sound of the cannon, you may" "Diggory!" "Diggory!" "Diggory!" "Three of our champions have now faced their dragons and so each one of them will proceed to the next task." "And now our fourth and final contestant." "Harry!" "Harry!" "Harry!" "Your wand, Harry!" "Your wand!" "Accio Firebolt!" "Yeah!" "Yes!" "Oh, my God." "Yeah!" "Yeah!" "Well done, dragon!" "Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes, Harry!" "Knew you wouldn't die." "Lose a leg." "Or an arm." "Pack it in altogether?" "Never!" "Never!" "Shush!" "Go on, Harry." "What's the clue?" "Who wants me to open it?" "Yes!" "Do you want me to open it?" "Yes!" "What the bloody hell was that?" "All right, everyone!" "Go back to your knitting." "This is gonna be uncomfortable enough without all you nosy sods listening in." "I reckon you have to be barking mad to put your own name in the Goblet of Fire." "Caught on, have you?" "Took you long enough." "I wasn't the only one who thought you'd done it." "Everyone was saying it behind your back." "Brilliant." "That makes me feel loads better." "Least I warned you about the dragons." "Hagrid warned me about the dragons." "No, no, no, I did." "No, don't you remember?" "I told Hermione to tell you that Seamus told me that Parvati told Dean that Hagrid was looking for you." "Seamus never actually told me anything, so it was really me all along." "I thought we'd be all right, you know after you'd figured that out." "Who--?" "Who could possibly figure that out?" "That's completely mental." "Yeah." "Isn't it?" "I suppose I was a bit distraught." "Boys." "Hi, Harry." "Hi, Harry." "Cho, Harry's looking at you." "Shush." "Look at this!" "I can't believe it!" "She's done it again." ""Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards." "Her latest prey, sources report is none other than the Bulgarian bonbon, Viktor Krum." "No word yet on how Harry Potter's taking this latest emotional blow."" "Parcel for you, Mr. Weasley." "Thank you, Nigel." "Not now, Nigel." "Later." "Go on." "I told him I'd get him Harry's autograph." "Oh, look, Mum's sent me something." "Mum sent me a dress." "Well, it does match your eyes." "Is there a bonnet?" "Nose down, Harry." "Ginny, these must be for you." "I'm not wearing that, it's ghastly." "What are you on about?" "They're not for Ginny." "They're for you." "Dress robes." "Dress robes?" "For what?" "The Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament since its inception." "On Christmas Eve night, we and our guests gather in the Great Hall for a night of well-mannered frivolity." "As representatives of the host school I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward." "And I mean this literally, because the Yule Ball is, first and foremost a dance." "Silence!" "The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly 10 centuries." "I will not have you, in the course of a single evening, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons." "Try saying that five times fast, huh?" "Now, to dance is to let the body breathe." "Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forth and take flight." "Something's about to burst out of Eloise Midgen, but I don't think it's a swan." "Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance." "Mr." "Weasley." "Yes?" "Will you join me, please?" "Now, place your right hand on my waist." "Where?" "My waist." "And extend your arm." "Mr. Filch, if you please." "One, two, three." "One, two, three." "One, two, three." "Never gonna let him forget this, are you?" "Never." "Never." "Everybody come together." "Boys, on your feet!" "Why do they have to travel in packs?" "How are you supposed to get one on their own to ask them?" "Blimey, Harry." "You've slayed dragons." "If you can't get a date, who can?" "I think I'd take the dragon right now." "I take after my mum." "Though I didn't know her very well." "She left when I was about 3." "No, not the maternal sort, her." "Broke me dad's heart, though." "He was a tiny little fella, my dad." "I could pick him up at the age of 6 with one hand and put him up on the dresser." "He laughed so hard at that." "Very funny." "And then he died just when I started school, so...." "So I sort of had to make me own way, as it were." "But enough of me." "What about you?" "This is mad." "At this rate, we'll be the only ones in our year without dates." "Well, us and Neville." "Yeah, but, then again, he can take himself." "It might interest you to know that Neville's already got someone." "Now I'm really depressed." ""Get a move on or all the good ones will have gone."" "Who you going with, then?" "Oi, Angelina?" "What?" "Do you wanna go to the ball with me?" "To the ball?" "Yeah, all right." "Oi, Hermione." "You're a girl." "Very well spotted." "Come with one of us?" "Come on." "It's one thing for a bloke to show up alone." "For a girl, it's just sad." "I won't be going alone, because, believe it or not, someone's asked me!" "And I said yes!" "Bloody hell." "She's lying, right?" "If you say so." "Look, we've just gotta grit our teeth and do it." "Tonight, when we get back to the common room we'll both have partners." "Agreed?" "Agreed." "Cho!" "Harry!" "Watch yourself on the stairs." "It's a bit icy at the top." "Okay, thanks." "Cho?" "Yes?" "Well, I just wondered if you" "I wondered if maybe you wanted to go to the ball with me." "Sorry, I didn't catch that." "I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to go to the ball with me." "Harry I'm sorry, but someone's already asked me." "And...." "Well, I've said I'll go with him." "Okay." "Yeah." "Great." "Fine." "No problem." "Okay." "Good." "Harry?" "I really am sorry." "It's all right, Ron." "It's okay, Ron." "It's all right." "It doesn't matter." "What happened to you?" "He just asked Fleur Delacour out." "What?" "What did she say?" "No, of course." "She said yes?" "Don't be silly." "There she was, walking by." "You know how I like it when they wal.." "I couldn't help it." "It just sort of slipped out." "Actually, he sort of screamed at her." "It was a bit frightening." "And what did you do then?" "What else?" "I ran for it." "I'm not cut out for this, Harry." "I don't know what got into me." "Hi, Harry." "Hi, Harry." "I always liked looking at them from behind." "She's never gonna forgive me, ever." "Hey!" "Bloody hell." "Bloody hell." "Bloody...." "Oh, bloody...." "What are those?" "What are those?" "My dress robes." "Well, they're all right!" "No lace." "No dodgy little collar." "Well, I expect yours are more traditional." "Traditional?" "!" "They're ancient!" "I look like my Great Aunt Tessie!" "I smell like my Great Aunt Tessie." "Murder me, Harry." "Leave it alone!" "Poor kid." "I bet she's alone in her room, crying her eyes out." "Who?" "Hermione, of course." "Come on, Harry, why do you think she wouldn't tell us who she's coming with?" "Because we'd take the mickey out of her if she did." "Nobody asked her." "Would've taken her myself if she wasn't so bloody proud." "Hello, boys." "Hello, boys." "Don't you look dashing." "There you are, Potter." "Are you and Miss Patil ready?" "Ready, professor?" "To dance." "It's traditional that the three champions-- Well, in this case, four." "are the first to dance." "Surely I told you that." "No." "Well, now you know." "As for you, Mr. Weasley, you may proceed into the Great Hall with Miss Patil." "Oh, there you are." "Come on, then." "Come along this way." "Oh, come on." "Hi." "Now, I need you all to line up in the procession, please." "Oh, you are very late." "This way." "This way." "Come along." "She looks beautiful!" "Yeah, she does." "Is that Hermione Granger?" "With Viktor Krum?" "No." "Absolutely not." "Hi!" "Harry, take my waist." "What?" "Now!" "Are you ready?" "Move your body like a hairy troll" "Learning to rock and roll" "Spin around like a crazy elf" "Dancing by himself" "Boogie down like a unicorn" "No stopping till the break of dawn" "Put your hands up in the air" "Like an ogre who just don 't care" "Can you dance like a Hippogriff?" "Ruddy pumpkinhead, isn't he?" "I don't think it was the books that had him going to the library." "May I have your arm?" "Arm." "Leg." "I'm yours." "Hot, isn't it?" "Viktor's gone to go and get drinks." "Would you care to join us?" "No, we'd not care to join you and Viktor." "What's got your wand in a knot?" "He's a Durmstrang." "You're fraternizing with the enemy." "The enemy?" "Who was it wanting his autograph?" "Besides, the whole point of the tournament is international magical cooperation to make friends." "I think he's got a bit more than friendship on his mind." "Are you going to ask me to dance or not?" "No." "He's using you." "How dare you?" "!" "Besides, I can take care of myself." "I doubt it." "He's way too old." "What?" "!" "What?" "That's what you think?" "Yeah, that's what I think." "You know the solution then, don't you?" "Go on." "Next time there's a ball pluck up the courage and ask me before somebody else does!" "And not as a last resort." "Well, that's" " I mean, that's just completely off the point." "Harry." "Where have you been?" "Never mind!" "Off to bed, both of you." "They get scary when they get older." "Ron, you spoiled everything!" "What's this about?" "No, don 't let" "This magic die" "The answer's there" "Let me see it again." "Yes, the time is close now." "Harry, at last!" "Step aside, Wormtail, so I can give our guest a proper greeting." "You all right, Harry?" "I just got in." "Me." "Harry, you told me you'd figured the egg out weeks ago." "The task is two days from now." "Really?" "I had no idea." "I suppose Viktor's already figured it out." "Wouldn't know." "We don't actually talk about the tournament." "Actually, we don't really talk at all." "Viktor's more of a physical being." "I just mean he's not particularly loquacious." "Mostly, he watches me study." "It's a bit annoying, actually." "You are trying to figure this egg out, aren't you?" "What's that supposed to mean?" "It just means these tasks are designed to test you in the most brutal way." "They're almost cruel." "And I'm scared for you." "You got by the dragons mostly on nerve." "I'm not sure it's going to be enough this time." "Hey, Potter!" "Potter!" "Cedric." "How--?" "How are you?" "Spectacular." "I realize I never really thanked you properly for tipping me off about those dragons." "Forget it." "I'm sure you would've done the same for me." "Exactly." "You know the Prefects' bathroom on the fifth floor?" "It's not a bad place for a bath." "Just take your egg and mull things over in the hot water." "I must be out of my mind." "I'm definitely out of my mind." "I'd try putting it in the water if I were you." "Myrtle!" "Hello, Harry." "Long time no see." "I was circling a blocked drain the other day and could swear I saw a bit of Polyjuice Potion." "Not being a bad boy again, are you, Harry?" "Polyjuice Potion?" "Kicked the habit." "Myrtle, did you say, "Try putting it in the water"?" "That's what he did." "The other boy the handsome one Cedric." "Well, go on." "Open it." "Come seek us Where our voices sound" "We cannot sing Above the ground" "An hour long you'll have to look" "To recover what we took" "Myrtle there aren't merpeople in the Black Lake, are there?" "Very good." "It took Cedric ages to riddle it out." "Almost all the bubbles were gone." "Harry, tell me again." ""Come seek us where our voices sound."" "The Black Lake, that's obvious." ""An hour long you'll have to look."" "Again, obvious." "Though, admittedly, potentially problematic." ""Potentially problematic"?" "When's the last time you held your breath underwater for an hour, Hermione?" "Look, Harry, we can do this." "The three of us can figure it out." "Hate to break up the skull session." "Professor McGonagall wants you in her office." "Not you, Potter, just Weasley and Granger." "But, sir, the second task is only hours away, and" "Exactly." "Presumably Potter is well prepared by now and could do with a good night's sleep." "Go." "Now!" "Longbottom!" "Why don't you help Potter put his books back." "You know, if you're interested in plants you'd be better off with Goshawk's Guide to Herbology." "Do you know there's a wizard in Nepal who's growing gravity-resistant trees?" "Neville, no offense, but I really don't care about plants." "Now, if there's a Tibetan turnip that will allow me to breathe underwater for an hour then great." "But otherwise" "I don't know about a turnip." "But you could always use gillyweed." "Any bets?" "Any bets?" "Come on, place your bets!" "Step up, mates!" "Don't be shy." "Three lads." "One lady." "Four go down." "But do four come up?" "Don't be so mean." "Any bets?" "Fleur's 10-1 ." "You're sure about this, Neville?" "Absolutely." "For an hour?" "Most likely." "Most likely?" "Well, there is some debate among herbologists as to the effects of fresh water versus salt water" "You're telling me this now?" "You must be joking!" "I just wanted to help." "Well, that makes you a right sight better than Ron and Hermione." "Where are they anyway?" "You seem a little tense, Harry." "Do I?" "Welcome to the second task." "Last night, something was stolen from each of our champions." "A treasure of sorts." "These four treasures, one for each champion now lie on the bottom of the Black Lake." "In order to win each champion need only find their treasure and return to the surface." "Simple enough, except for this:" "Put that in your mouth." "They will have but one hour to do so, and one hour only." "After that, they'll be on their own." "No magic will save them." "You may begin at the sound of the cannon." "What's the matter with him?" "I don't know, I can't see him." "Oh, my God." "I've killed Harry Potter." "Yeah!" "What?" "The Beauxbatons champion, Miss Delacour has unfortunately been forced to retire so she will take no further part in this task." "But she's my friend too!" "Only one!" "Let's get down below." "Krum!" "Krum!" "Krum!" "Yes!" "Ascendio!" "Harry!" "He's all right." "He's all right." "Barty!" "Go get him another towel." "I want all the judges over here now!" "You saved her, even though she wasn't yours to save." "My little sister." "Thank you." "And you!" "You helped." "Well, yeah, a bit." "Harry!" "Hermione!" "Are you all right?" "You must be freezing." "Personally, I think you behaved admirably." "I finished last, Hermione." "Next to last." "Fleur never got past the Grindylows." "Krum!" "Krum!" "Krum!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "Attention!" "Attention!" "The winner is Mr. Diggory who showed innate command of the Bubble-Head Charm." "However, seeing as Mr. Potter would have finished first had it not been for his determination to rescue not only Mr. Weasley but the others as well, we've agreed to award him second place..." "Second place!" "Well done!" "...for outstanding moral fiber!" "Yes!" "Right on." "All that moral fiber, eh?" "It's great." "Moral fiber?" "Blimey." "Even when you go wrong, it turns out right." "Yeah, well done, Moral Fiber." "Congratulations, Potter." "A fine achievement." "Thank you." "Well done, boy." "See you at Hagrid's, Harry." "I'm sorry we haven't spoken." "After all, your story is one I've heard so many times." "Quite remarkable, really." "Tragic, of course to lose one's family." "Never whole again, are we?" "Still, life goes on and here we stand." "I'm sure your parents would be very proud of you today, Potter." "Bartemius!" "Not trying to lure Potter into one of the Ministry's summer internships, are we?" "The last boy who went into the Department of Mysteries never came out!" "And they say I'm mad." "Now, I remember-- I remember when I first met you all." "Biggest bunch of misfits I ever set eyes on." "Suppose you remind me of meself a little." "And here we all are, four years later." "We're still a bunch of misfits." "Well, maybe, but we've all got each other." "And Harry, of course." "Soon to be the youngest Triwizard champion there's ever been!" "Hooray!" "Hogwarts, Hogwarts Hoggy Warty Hogwarts" "Teach us something, please" "Mr. Crouch?" "A man has died here, Fudge." "And he won't be the last." "You must take action." "I will not." "ln times like these, the wizard world looks to its leaders for strength, Dumbledore!" "Then for once show them some!" "The Triwizard Tournament will not be canceled." "I will not be seen as a coward!" "A true leader does what is right, no matter what others think." "What did you say to me?" "Excuse me, gentlemen." "It may interest you to know this conversation is no longer private." "Oh, Harry!" "Harry, how good to see you again." "I can come back later, professor." "Not necessary, Harry." "The minister and I are done." "I'll be back in a moment." "Minister, after you." "There you are." "Your hat." "Oh, Harry, do feel free to indulge in a little Licorice Snap in my absence." "But I have to warn you, they're a wee bit sharp." "Professor?" "Professor." "Yeah." "Igor Karkaroff, you have been brought from Azkaban at your own request to present evidence to this council." "Should your testimony prove consequential council may be prepared to order your immediate release." "Until such time, you remain in the eyes of the Ministry a convicted Death Eater." "Do you accept these terms?" "I do, sir." "And what do you wish to present?" "I have names, sir." "There was Rosier, Evan Rosier." "Rosier is dead." "He took a piece of me with him..." "...though, didn't he?" "I didn't know." "If that is all the witness has to offer" "No, no, no." "There was Rookwood!" "He was a spy." "Augustus Rookwood?" "Of the Department of Mysteries?" "Yeah, the same." "He passed information to You-Know-Who from inside the Ministry itself." "Very well." "Council will deliberate." "In the meantime, you will return to Azkaban." "No!" "Wait, please!" "Please, I have more!" "What about Snape?" "Severus Snape?" "As the council is aware, I've given evidence on this matter." "Severus Snape was indeed a Death Eater and, prior to Lord Voldemort's downfall..." "...turned spy for us at great personal risk." "It's a lie!" "Today he's no more a Death Eater than I." "Snape remains faithful to the Dark Lord!" "Silence!" "Unless the witness possesses any genuine name of consequence this session is now concluded." "Oh, no, no, no." "I've heard about one more." "What's that?" "The name." "Yes?" "I know for a fact this person took part in the capture and, by means of the Cruciatus Curse torture of the Auror Frank Longbottom and his wife!" "The name." "Give me the wretched name!" "Barty Crouch Junior." "Hold him down!" "Get your filthy hands off me, you pathetic little men!" "Hello, Father." "You are no son of mine." "Curiosity is not a sin, Harry." "But you should exercise caution." "It's a Pensieve." "Very useful if, like me, you find your mind a wee bit stretched." "It allows me to see once more things I've already seen." "You see, Harry, I have searched and searched for something some small detail something I might have overlooked something that would explain why these terrible things have happened." "Every time I get close to an answer, it slips away." "It's maddening." "Sir?" "Mr. Crouch's son." "What exactly happened to him?" "He was sent to Azkaban." "Destroyed Barty to do it." "But he had no choice." "The evidence was overwhelming." "Why do you ask?" "It's just that I...." "I had a dream about him." "It was in the summer, before school." "In the dream, I was in a house." "And Voldemort was there, only he wasn't quite human." "And Wormtail was there too." "And Mr. Crouch's son." "Have there been others like this dream?" "Yes." "Always the same one." "Sir, these dreams what I see, you don't think it's actually happening, do you?" "I think it's unwise for you to linger over these dreams, Harry." "I think it's best if you simply cast them away." "It's a sign, Severus." "You know what it means as well as I." "Potter!" "What's your hurry?" "Congratulations, your performance in the Black Lake was inspiring." "Gillyweed, am I correct?" "Yes, sir." "Ingenious." "A rather rare herb, gillyweed." "Not something found in your everyday garden." "Nor is this." "Know what it is?" "Bubble juice, sir?" "Veritaserum." "Three drops of this and You-Know-Who himself would spill his darkest secrets." "The use of it on a student is, regrettably, forbidden." "However should you ever steal from my personal stores again my hand might just slip over your morning pumpkin juice." "I haven't stolen anything." "Don't lie to me." "Gillyweed may be innocuous, but boomslang skin, lacewing flies?" "You and your little friends are brewing Polyjuice Potion, and believe me I'm going to find out why!" "Yeah!" "Yeah!" "Sonorus!" "Earlier today, Professor Moody placed the Triwizard Cup deep within the maze." "Only he knows its exact position." "Now, as Mr. Diggory and Mr. Potter are tied for first position they will be the first to enter the maze, followed by Mr. Krum..." "...and Miss Delacour." "Come on!" "Krum!" "Krum!" "Krum!" "The first person to touch the cup will be the winner!" "I've instructed the staff to patrol the perimeter." "Should, at any point, a contestant wish to withdraw from the task he or she need only send up red sparks with their wands." "Contestants!" "Gather around." "Quickly!" "In the maze, you'll find no dragons or creatures of the deep." "Instead, you'll face something even more challenging." "You see, people change in the maze." "Oh, find the cup if you can." "But be very wary, you could just lose yourselves along the way." "Champions, prepare yourselves!" "Good luck." "My boy." "See you later, Dad." "On the count of three." "One" "Fleur?" "Fleur." "Periculum!" "Get down!" "Get down!" "Expelliarmus!" "No, don't!" "Stop!" "He's bewitched, Cedric!" "Get off me!" "He's bewitched!" "Yes." "Harry!" "Harry!" "Harry!" "Harry!" "Reducto!" "Thanks." "No problem." "You know, for a moment there, I thought you were gonna let it get me." "For a moment, so did I." "Some game, huh?" "Some game." "Go!" "Go on, take it." "You saved me, take it!" "Together." "One, two..." "Two..." "...three!" "...three!" "You okay?" "Yeah." "You?" "Where are we?" "I've been here before." "It's a Portkey." "Harry, the cup is a Portkey." "I've been here before, in a dream." "Cedric!" "We have to get back to the cup." "Now!" "What are you talking about?" "Harry!" "What is it?" "Get back to the cup!" "Who are you?" "What do you want?" "Kill the spare." "Avada Kedavra!" "No!" "Cedric!" "Do it!" "Now!" "Bone of the father unwillingly given." "Flesh of the servant willingly sacrificed." "And blood of the enemy forcibly taken." "The Dark Lord shall rise again." "My wand, Wormtail." "Hold out your arm." "Master." "Thank you, master." "The other arm, Wormtail." "Welcome, my friends." "Thirteen years it's been, and yet here you stand before me as though it were only yesterday." "I confess myself disappointed." "Not one of you tried to find me." "Crabbe!" "Macnair!" "Goyle!" "Not even you Lucius." "My Lord, had I detected any sign, a whisper of your whereabouts" "There were signs, my slippery friend." "And more than whispers." "I assure you, my Lord, I have never renounced the old ways." "The face I have been obliged to present each day since your absence that is my true mask." "I returned." "Out of fear, not loyalty." "Still, you have proved yourself useful these past few months, Wormtail." "Thank you, master." "Thank you." "Such a handsome boy." "Don't touch him!" "Harry." "I'd almost forgotten you were here." "Standing on the bones of my father." "Yeah." "I'd introduce you but word has it you're almost as famous as me these days." "The boy who lived." "How lies have fed your legend, Harry." "Shall I reveal what really happened that night 13 years ago?" "Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers?" "Yes, shall I?" "It was love." "You see, when dear, sweet Lily Potter gave her life for her only son she provided the ultimate protection." "I could not touch him." "It was old magic." "Something I should have foreseen." "But no matter, no matter." "Things have changed." "I can touch you now." "Yeah." "Astonishing what a few drops of your blood will do, eh, Harry?" "Pick up your wand, Potter." "I said, pick it up!" "Get up!" "Get up!" "You've been taught how to duel, I presume, yes?" "First, we bow to each other." "Come on, now, Harry." "The niceties must be observed." "Dumbledore wouldn't want you to forget your manners, would he?" "I said, bow." "That's better." "And now...." "No." "Crucio!" "Crucio!" "Attaboy, Harry." "Your parents would be proud." "Especially your filthy Muggle mother." "Expelliar" "I'm going to kill you, Harry Potter." "I'm going to destroy you." "After tonight, no one will ever again question my powers." "After tonight, if they speak of you they'll speak only of how you begged for death." "And I, being a merciful Lord obliged." "Get up!" "Don't you turn your back on me, Harry Potter!" "I want you to look at me when I kill you!" "I want to see the light leave your eyes!" "Have it your way." "Expelliarmus!" "Avada Kedavra!" "Do nothing!" "He's mine to finish!" "He's mine!" "Harry, when the connection is broken, you must get to the Portkey." "We can linger for a moment to give you some time but only a moment." "Do you understand?" "Harry, take my body back, will you?" "Take my body back to my father." "Let go." "Sweetheart, you're ready." "Let go!" "Let go!" "Accio!" "No!" "He did it!" "Harry!" "Harry!" "No!" "No!" "No, don't!" "For God's sake, Dumbledore, what's happened?" "He's back." "He's back." "Voldemort's back." "Cedric, he asked me to bring his body back." "I couldn't leave him, not there." "It's all right, Harry." "It's all right." "He's home." "You both are." "Keep everybody in their seats." "A boy has just been killed." "The body must be moved, Dumbledore." "There are too many people." "Let me through." "Let me through!" "Let me through!" "That's my son!" "That's my boy!" "It's my boy!" "Come on." "Get up." "Easy, easy!" "No." "This is not where you want to be right now." "Come on." "No!" "It's all right, I got you." "I got you." "Come on." "Easy, now." "No!" "No!" "Are you all right, Potter?" "Does it hurt?" "That?" "Not so much now." "Perhaps I'd better take a look at it." "The cup was a Portkey." "Someone had bewitched it." "What was it like?" "What was he like?" "Who?" "The Dark Lord." "What was it like to stand in his presence?" "I don't know." "It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams into one of my nightmares." "Were there others?" "In the graveyard, were there others?" "I...." "I don't think I said anything about a graveyard, professor." ""Marvelous creatures, dragons, aren't they?"" "Did you think that miserable oaf would've led you into the woods if I hadn't suggested it?" "Do you think Cedric Diggory would've told you to open the egg underwater if I hadn't told him first myself?" "Did you think Neville Longbottom, the witless wonder could've provided you with gillyweed if I hadn't given him the book that led him straight to it?" "It was you from the beginning." "You put my name in the Goblet of Fire." "You bewitched Krum, but you-- -"But" " But--"" "You won because I made it so, Potter." "You ended up in that graveyard tonight because it was meant to be so." "And now the deed is done." "The blood that runs through these veins runs within the Dark Lord." "Imagine how he will reward me when he learns that I have once and for all silenced the great Harry Potter." "Expelliarmus!" "Severus." "That's it, take it." "Do you know who I am?" "Albus Dumbledore." "Are you Alastor Moody?" "Are you?" "No." "Is he in this room?" "Is he in this room?" "Harry, away from there!" "You all right, Alastor?" "I'm sorry, Albus." "That's Moody." "But then who's--?" "Polyjuice Potion." "Now we know who's been stealing from your stores, Severus." "We'll get you up in a minute." "Harry!" "Barty Crouch Junior." "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." "Your arm, Harry." "You know what this means, don't you?" "He's back." "Lord Voldemort has returned." "I'm sorry, sir." "I couldn't help it." "Send an owl to Azkaban." "I think they'll find they're missing a prisoner." "I'll be welcomed back like a hero." "Perhaps." "Personally, I've never had much time for heroes." "Today, we acknowledge a really terrible loss." "Cedric Diggory was, as you all know exceptionally hard-working infinitely fair-minded and, most importantly a fierce, fierce friend." "Now, I think, therefore, you have the right to know exactly how he died." "You see Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort!" "The Ministry of Magic does not wish me to tell you this." "But not to do so, I think, would be an insult to his memory." "Now, the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me and reminds us that while we may come from different places and speak in different tongues our hearts beat as one." "In light of recent events the bonds of friendship we've made this year will be more important than ever." "Remember that, and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain." "You remember that and we'll celebrate a boy who was kind and honest and brave and true, right to the very end." "I never liked these curtains." "Set them on fire in my fourth year." "By accident, of course." "I put you in terrible danger this year, Harry." "I'm sorry." "Professor when I was in the graveyard, there was a moment when Voldemort's wand and mine sort of connected." "Priori Incantatem." "You saw your parents that night, didn't you?" "They reappeared." "No spell can reawaken the dead, Harry." "I trust you know that." "Dark and difficult times lie ahead." "Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy." "But remember this:" "You have friends here." "You're not alone." "Hermione." "This is for you." "Write to me." "Promise." "Bye." "Au revoir, Ron." "Do you think we'll ever just have a quiet year at Hogwarts?" "No." "No." "No, I didn't think so." "Oh, well." "What's life without a few dragons?" "Everything's going to change now, isn't it?" "Yes." "Promise you'll write this summer." "Both of you." "I won't." "You know I won't." "Harry will, won't you?" "Yeah." "Every week." "Subtitles by sdl Media Group" "[ENGLISH]"