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Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (2005) Poster

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Sirius Black: I don't have much time, Harry, so let's get right to it. Did you or did you not put your name into the Goblet of Fire?

Harry: No!

Sirius Black: Shh. 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?

Harry: I dunno.

Sirius Black: You didn't hear a name?

Harry: No. Voldemort was giving him a job to do. Something important.

Sirius Black: And what was that?

Harry: He wants... me. I don't know why, but he was going to use this man to get to me. But, I mean, it was only a dream, right?

Sirius Black: Yes... it's just a dream. Look, Harry, the Death Eaters at the world cup; your name rising out of the Goblet of Fire; these are not just coincidences! Hogwarts isn't safe anymore.

Harry: What are you saying?

Sirius Black: 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.

Harry: Do you think one of them put my name in the Goblet?

Sirius Black: I haven't a clue who put your name in the Goblet, Harry, but whoever did is no friend to you. People die in this tournament.

Harry: I'm not ready for this, Sirius!

Harry: You don't have a choice

Professor McGonagall: The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you, in one night, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons!

Fred: [whispering to George] Try saying that five times fast.

George: [whispering] Babbling, bumbling band of baboons.

Fred: [whispering] Babbling, bumbling band of baboons.

Ron: Do you think we'll ever just have a quiet year at Hogwarts?

HermioneHarry: No.

Ron: Yeah, didn't think so. Oh well, what's life without a few dragons?

Hermione: Everything's going to change now, isn't it?

Harry: Yes.

Hermione: Promise you'll write this summer, both of you.

Ron: Oh, I won't. You know I won't.

Hermione: Harry will, won't you?

Harry: Yeah, every week.

Neville: Oh my god! I've killed Harry Potter!

Ron: There's no one like Krum! He's like a bird the way he rides the wind! He's more than an athlete! He's an artist.

Ginny: I think you're in love, Ron.

Ron: Shut up!

George: [grabs one of Ron's hands and begins singing] Victor, I love you!

Fred: [grabs Ron's other hand] Victor, I do!

GeorgeFredHarry: When we're apart my heart beats only for you!

Ron: [to Arthur Weasly] How far up are we, dad?

Lucius Malfoy: [from below] Well, put it this way. If it rains, you'll be the first to know.

[Professor McGonagall demonstrates a waltz with Ron as her partner]

Professor McGonagall: One-two-three, one-two-three...

Harry: [aside] You're never gonna let him forget this, are you?

FredGeorge: [shaking their heads] Never.

Harry: I love magic.

Arthur Weasley: Get out of the kitchen, Ron! Everybody's hungry!

GeorgeFred: [together] Get out of the kitchen!

Arthur Weasley: [to the twins] Feet off the table!

GeorgeFred: [together] Feet off the table!

[put feet back on the table]

Harry: [after being Portkeyed away from the maze during the Third Task Harry suddenly realizes where they are] Cedric, we have to get back to the cup. NOW.

Cedric Diggory: What are you talking about?

Harry: [Flames burst beneath a huge stone cauldron as the door to a nearby house opens, revealing someone carrying a blanket-wrapped bundle. Harry drops to his knees, clutching his scar in agony] AAAAAGH!

Cedric Diggory: Harry, what is it?

Harry: Get back to the cup!

Cedric Diggory: [Cedric stands up, wand at the ready to defend both himself and Harry] Who are you, what do you want?

Voldemort: Kill the spare!

Peter Pettigrew: AVADA KEDAVRA!

Harry: NO! CEDRIC!

[Harry can only watch as Cedric is blasted off his feet and hits the ground behind him, dead]

Hermione: It's not going to work.

Fred: Oh yeah?

George: Why's that, Granger?

Hermione: You see this?

[gestures to a glowing circle on the floor]

Hermione: This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself.

Fred: So?

Hermione: So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dim witted as an ageing potion.

Fred: Ah, but that's why it's so brilliant!

George: Because it's so pathetically dim witted.

[Moody takes a drink from his flask]

Seamus: What do you suppose he's got there?

Harry: I don't know, but I don't think it's pumpkin juice.

Dumbledore: Hogwarts, let's entertain our friends in the best way we can, all stand!

[the entire student body stands up as one]

Dumbledore: Maestro, if you will!

[Professor Flitwick and Dumbledore both begin conducting the students as they sing the school song]

Hogwarts student body: 'Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy warty Hogwarts, teach us something please. Whether we be old and bald or young with scabby knees. Our heads could do with filling with some interesting stuff, for now they're bare and full or air, dead flies and bits of fluff!'

[as they are singing, the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students merely stare, as if they can't believe what they are seeing/hearing]

George: Ready Fred?

Fred: Ready George!

GeorgeFred: Bottoms up!

[they drink the ageing potion together]

Ron: [discussing inviting dates to the Yule Ball] This is mad! At this rate, we'll be the only ones in our year without dates! Well, us and Neville.

Harry: [laughing] Yeah, but then again he could take himself.

Hermione: It might interest you to know that Neville's already got someone.

Ron: What? Now I'm really depressed. Oi, Hermione... you're a girl.

Hermione: [haughtily] Very well spotted.

Ron: Come with one of us! It's one thing for a bloke to show up alone, but for a girl it's just sad.

Hermione: [angrily] I won't be going alone, because believe it or not, someone's asked me! And I said yes!

[exits]

Ron: Bloody hell. She's lying, right?

Harry: If you say so.

[after Harry almost dies in the First Task]

Ron: I reckon you'd have to be barking mad to put your own name in the Goblet of Fire.

Harry: [coldly] Caught on, have you? Took you long enough.

Ron: I wasn't the only one who thought you'd done it. Everyone was saying it behind your back.

Harry: [sarcastically] Brilliant. That makes me feel loads better.

Ron: At least I warned you about the dragons.

Harry: Hagrid warned me about the dragons.

Ron: No, I did! 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 alright, you know, after you figured that out.

Harry: Who... who could possibly figure that out? It's completely mental.

Ron: Yeah... it is, isn't it. I suppose I was a bit distraught.

Harry: [smiles weakly]

Hermione: [in disbelief] Boys!

Cornelius Fudge: For God's sake Dumbledore, what's happened?

Harry: [crying over Cedric's body] 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!

Dumbledore: It's all right, Harry... it's all right. He's home, you both are.

Cornelius Fudge: [Rushing over to Professors Snape and McGonagall] Keep everybody in their seats, a boy has just been killed! The body must be moved, Dumbledore, there are too many people!

Amos Diggory: [Pushing his way frantically through the crowd] Let me through. LET ME THROUGH! Let me through, THAT'S MY SON! That's my boy!

[He pushes Harry's hands away and leans over Cedric's body, sobbing hysterically]

Amos Diggory: IT'S MY BOY!

Peter Pettigrew: Bone of the father, unwillingly given.

[adds old bone to cauldron]

Peter Pettigrew: Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed.

[cuts off hand which drops into cauldron]

Peter Pettigrew: Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken.

[cuts Harry's arm and adds blood to cauldron]

Peter Pettigrew: The Dark Lord shall rise again!

Hermione: Ronald would like me to tell you that Seamus told him that Dean was told by Parvarti that Hagrid's looking for you.

Harry: Is that right? Well... what?

Hermione: Uh... Dean was told by Parvarti... please don't ask me to say it again. Hagrid's looking for you.

Harry: Well you can tell Ronald...

Hermione: I'm not an owl!

Ron: Oh look, Mum's sent me something.

[pulls some frilly robes from the package]

Ron: Mum sent me a dress!

Harry: Well, it does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet?

[pulls out more lace]

Harry: Ah ha!

Ron: Nose down, Harry. Ginny, this must be for you.

Ginny: I'm not wearing that, it's ghastly.

Hermione: [laughing] They're not for Ginny, they're for you. Dress robes.

Ron: Dress robes? For what?

Harry: Why do they have to travel in packs? And how are you supposed to get one on their own to ask them?

[Stops in front of a group of girls, hesitates, then continues walking]

Ron: Blimey, Harry. You've slayed dragons. If you can't get a date, who can?

Harry: I think I'd take the dragon now.

Hermione: Look at this! I can't believe it, she's done it again!

[reading from the Daily Prophet]

Hermione: '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 bon-bon Viktor Krum. No word yet on how Harry Potter's taking this latest emotional blow.'

Ginny: [helping a speechless and queasy looking Ron into the common room] It's ok, Ron. It's alright. It doesn't matter.

Harry: What happened to you?

Ginny: He just asked Fleur Delacour out.

Hermione: What?

Harry: What did she say?

Hermione: No, of course.

[Ron shakes his head in pained embarrassment]

Hermione: She said yes?

Ron: Don't be silly. There she was, just walking by... you know how I like it when they walk... I couldn't help it... it just sort of slipped out!

Ginny: Actually, he sort of screamed at her. It was a bit frightening.

Harry: What did you do then?

Ron: What else? I ran for it!

Neville: Amazing! Amazing!

Harry: Neville, you're doing it again.

Neville: What's wrong, Harry? You seem a little tense!

Harry: [through teeth] Do I?

James Potter: 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?

Cedric Diggory: Harry. Take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my father.

Lily Potter: Let go. Sweetheart, you're ready. Let go... LET GO!

Rita Skeeter: So tell me, Harry. Here you sit, a mere boy of 12...

Harry:

  • I'm 14...


Rita Skeeter:

  • about to compete against three students who are not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself, but who've mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. Concerned?


Harry: I dunno, I haven't really thought about it...

Rita Skeeter: Because you're no ordinary boy of 12 are you?

Harry: 14.

Rita Skeeter: 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?

Harry: No, I didn't enter.

Rita Skeeter: Of course you didn't.

[winks]

Rita Skeeter: Everyone loves a rebel, Harry. 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? The worst psychotic death wish.

[Harry glances at Rita's notes]

Harry: Hey, my eyes aren't glistening with the ghosts of my past!

Ron: [about Hermione] Why do you think she won't tell us who she's going to the ball with?

Harry: 'Cause she knows we'd take the mickey out of her if she did.

Harry: You're sure about this, Neville?

Neville: Absolutely.

Harry: For an hour?

Neville: Most likely.

Harry: "Most likely?"

Neville: Well, there's some debate among herbologists about its effectiveness in fresh water as opposed to salt water...

Harry: You're telling me this *now*?

Rita Skeeter: This is cozy.

Harry: It's a broom cupboard.

Rita Skeeter: Well you should feel right at home, then.

Hagrid: I remember when I first met you all. Biggest bunch of misfits I ever set eyes on! You reminded me of myself a little. And here we all are, four years later.

Ron: We're still a bunch of misfits.

Hagrid: Well maybe. But you've all got each other. And Harry of course, soon to be THE YOUNGEST TRI-WIZARD CHAMPION THERE'S EVER BEEN! HOORAY!

Professor Moody: The Goblet of Fire is an exceptionally powerful magical object. Only an exceptionally powerful Confundus charm could have hoodwinked it! Magic way beyond the talents of a fourth year.

Igor Karkaroff: You seem to have given this a fair bit of thought, Mad-Eye!

Professor Moody: It was once my job to think as Dark Wizards do, Karkaroff. Perhaps you remember.

Cornelius Fudge: As Minister for Magic, it gives me great pleasure to welcome each and every one of you to the Finals of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup. Let the match begin!

Cedric Diggory: I realize I never really thanked you properly for tipping me off about those dragons.

Harry: Forget about it. I'm sure you would've done the same for me.

Cedric Diggory: 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.

Hermione: Harry, you told me you'd figured that egg out weeks ago! The task is two days from now!

Harry: [sarcastically] Really? I had no idea. I suppose Viktor's already figured it out.

Hermione: 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.

[Harry laughs and Hermione blushes]

Hermione: 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?

Harry: What's that supposed to mean?

Hermione: 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.

[referring to Professor Moody]

Ron: Brilliant, isn't he? Completely demented, of course. Terrifying to be in the same room with him. But he's really been there, you know? He's looked evil in the eye!

Hermione: [darkly] There's a reason those curses are unforgivable.

Hermione: Victor's gone to get drinks. Would you care to join us?

Ron: No, we would not care to join you and *Victor*.

Hermione: What's got your wand in a knot?

Ron: He's from Durmstrang! You're fraternizing with the enemy!

Hermione: The enemy? Who was it wanting his autograph? Besides the whole point of the tournament is international magical cooperation. To make friends!

Ron: I think he's got a bit more than friendship on his mind. He's using you.

Hermione: How dare you! Besides, I can take care of myself!

Ron: Doubt it. He's way too old.

Hermione: What? That's what you think?

Ron: Yeah, that's what I think.

Hermione: You know the solution, then, don't you?

Ron: Go on.

Hermione: Next time there's a ball pluck up the courage to ask me before someone else does! And not as a last resort!

Ron: Well... that... that's completely off the point...

[about Krum]

Ron: Ruddy pumpkin head, isn't he?

Professor Snape: Potter, what's your hurry? Congratulations. Your performance in the Black Lake was inspiring. Gilllyweed, am I correct?

Harry: Yes sir.

Professor Snape: Ingenious. A rather rare herb, Gillyweed. Not something found in your everyday garden. Nor is this.

[holds up a bottle]

Professor Snape: Know what it is?

Harry: [sarcastically] Bubble juice, sir?

Professor Snape: 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 eve steal from my personal stores again, my hand might just slip over your morning pumpkin juice.

Harry: I haven't stolen anything.

Professor Snape: 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!

[shuts the door in Harry's face]

Professor Moody: 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?

Hermione: Three, sir.

Professor Moody: And they are so named?

Hermione: Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them will...

Professor Moody: Earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban. Correct. The Ministry says you are 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...

[as he turns to the blackboard again, Seamus ducks under his desk]

Professor Moody: You need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the underside of your desk, Mr. Finnegan!

Seamus: [whispering] No way, the old codger can see out of the back of his head!

Professor Moody: [throws a piece of chalk at him] And hear across classrooms!

Dumbledore: Do you know who I am? Do you?

Professor Moody: Albus Dumbledore.

Dumbledore: Are you Alastor Moody?

Professor Moody: ...no.

Professor Moody: What was it like? What was he like?

Harry: Who?

Professor Moody: The Dark Lord. What was it like to stand in his presence?

Harry: ...I dunno... It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams. Into one of my nightmares.

Professor Moody: Were there others? In the graveyard, were there others?

Harry: ...I don't think I said anything about a graveyard, Professor.

Professor Moody: [mocking Hagrid] 'Marvelous creatures, Dragons, aren't they'. Do you think that miserable oaf would've sent 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? Do you think Neville Longbottom, the witless wonder, could've provided you with Gillyweed if I hadn't given him the book that led him strait to it?

Harry: It was you from the beginning! You put my name into the Goblet of Fire! You bewitched Krum!

Professor Moody: You won because I made it so, Potter! You ended up in that graveyard because it was meant to be so! And now the deed is done! The blood that runs in your 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!

Barty Crouch Junior: I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

Hermione: Harry? Is that you?

Harry: Yeah.

Hermione: How are you feeling? Ok? The key is to concentrate. After that, you just have to...

Harry: Battle a dragon.

Hermione: [gasps and starts hugging Harry. Then a camera flash breaks them apart]

Rita Skeeter: Young love! How... stirring. If everything goes unfortunately today, you two may even make the front page!

Viktor Krum: You have no business here! This tent is for champions, and friends.

Rita Skeeter: No matter. We got what we wanted.

Voldemort: The Boy-Who-Lived. How lies have fed your legend, Harry! Do you want to know what really happened thirteen years ago? Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers? It was love. You see, when dear sweet Lily Potter gave her life for her only son, it provided him with 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!

[He places the pad of his finger on Harry's scar, and Harry immediately screams out in agony]

Voldemort: Astounding what a few drops of your blood will do, eh, Harry?

Hermione: Harry! Are you alright? You must be freezing! Personally, I think you behaved admirably.

Harry: I finished last, Hermione.

Hermione: [kisses him on the top of the head] Next to last. Fleur never got past 'ze grindylows'!

Voldemort: Harry! I'd almost forgotten you were here, standing on the bones of my father. I'd introduce you, but rumor has it you're almost as famous as me these days.

Professor McGonagall: This can't go on Albus. First the dark mark, now this?

Dumbledore: What do you suggest Minerva?

Professor McGonagall: Put an end to it! Don't let Potter compete!

Dumbledore: You heard Barty. The rules are clear.

Professor McGonagall: Well the devil with Barty and his rules! And since when did you accommodate the Ministry?

Professor Snape: 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.

Professor McGonagall: Do nothing? Offer him up as bait? Potter is a boy! Not a piece of meat!

Dumbledore: I agree with Severus. Alastor, keep an eye on Harry will you?

Professor Moody: I can do that.

Dumbledore: Don't let him know though, he must be anxious enough as it is, knowing what lies ahead. Then again, we all are.

Voldemort: [looking at Cedric's body] Awww, tsk, tsk, tsk...

[nudges Cedric's face with his foot]

Voldemort: Such a handsome boy.

Harry: Don't touch him!

Sirius Black: [in his letter] "Harry, I couldn't risk sending Hedwig. Since the World Cup the Ministry has 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 at one o'clock, this Saturday night. And make sure you're alone. Sirius. P.S...?

[the bird bites Harry's hand]

Harry: AH!

Sirius Black: "The bird bites."

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Dumbledore: 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!

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Dumbledore: Eternal glory! That's what awaits the student who wins The Triwizard Tournament, but to this that student must survive three tasks. Three EXTREMELY DANGEROUS tasks.

FredGeorge: Wicked!

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Dumbledore: 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 the Student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks.

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Hagrid: I take after my mum. Though I didn't know her very well, she left when I was about three. Broke my dad's heart, though. You know, he was a tiny little feller, my dad. I could pick him up at the age of six, with one hand, and put him up on the dresser.

[He and Olympe laugh]

Hagrid: He laughed so hard at that! And then he died, about when I started school. So I had to make my own way, so to speak... but enough about me. What about you?

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Dumbledore: Well now that 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 to host a legendary event: The Triwizard Tournament. The 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 contest are not for the faint-hearted. But more of that later.

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Barty Crouch Junior: [casting the Dark Mark into the night sky] Morsmordre!

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Professor Moody: What are you going to do about your dragon?

Harry: Oh... um... well, you know, I just thought I'd...

Professor Moody: 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 is 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 you strengths?

Harry: I dunno... I can fly, I mean I'm a fair flyer...

Professor Moody: Better than fair the way I heard it.

Harry: But I'm not allowed a broom.

Professor Moody: You're allowed a wand...

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Seamus: It's not like I *try* to blow things up, exactly, it just sorta happens. You gotta admit though, fire is fascinating.

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Voldemort: 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!

Harry: [facing Voldemort] Have it your way!

VoldemortHarry: [both shouting together] Avada Kedavara!/Expelliarmus!

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[after the dragon has run into the teachers stand]

Fred: [yelling] Well done dragon!

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Harry: Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?

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Harry: Ron, where are we actually going?

Ron: Don't know...

[to Arthur]

Ron: Hey, Dad! Where are we going?

Arthur Weasley: Haven't the foggiest! Keep up!

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Amos Diggory: Total shambles, as per usual.

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Professor Moody: [points to a mirror in his office] That's my Foe-Glass. Lets me keep an eye on my enemies. When I see the whites of their eyes, it means they're right behind me.

[a trunk in the office rocks violently, and a low moan comes from inside]

Professor Moody: Wouldn't even bother to tell you what's in there, wouldn't believe me if I did.

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[repeated line]

Dumbledore: At the sound of the cannon...

[cannon fires]

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Malfoy: Why so tense, Potter? My father and I have a bet, you see. See, I don't think you're going to last ten minutes in this tournament. He disagrees. He thinks you won't last five!

Harry: I don't give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy! He's vile and cruel, and you're just pathetic!

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Harry: You're being stupid.

Ron: Yeah, that's me. Ron Weasley, Harry Potter's stupid friend!

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Padma Patil: [to Ron] Don't you look... dashing.

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Cedric Diggory: For a moment there, I thought you were going to let it get me.

Harry: For a moment there, so did I!

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Harry: 'Come seek us where our voices sound'.

Hermione: The Black Lake, that's obvious.

Harry: 'An hour long you'll have to look'.

Hermione: Again, obvious. Though admittedly potentially problematic...

Harry: Potentially problematic? When was the last time you held your breath underwater for an hour, Hermione?

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Dumbledore: 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.

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Voldemort: My wand, Wormtail.

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Harry: Dragons? That's the first task? You're joking!

Hagrid: Come on, Harry. They're seriously misunderstood creatures. Although, I have to admit, that Horntail is a right nasty piece of work. Poor Ron nearly fainted just seeing them, you know.

Harry: Ron was here?

Hagrid: Well sure. His brother Charlie had to bring them over from Romania. Didn't Ron tell you that?

Harry: No he didn't. He didn't tell me a thing.

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Neville: You know, if you're interested in plants, you should use Goshawk's Guide To Herbology. There's someone in Tibet who's growing gravity resistant trees...

Harry: Neville, no offense, but I really don't care about plants. Now, if there's a Tibetan turnip that will help me breathe underwater for an hour, great. But otherwise...

Neville: I don't know about turnips, but you could always use gillyweed.

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Ron: What are those?

Harry: My dress robes...

Ron: Well, those're all right! No lace, no dodgy little collar...

Harry: Well, I expect yours are more traditional...

Ron: Traditional? They're ancient! I look like my great aunt Tessie!

[takes a sniff in the underarm area]

Ron: I smell like my great Aunt Tessie!

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Harry: [in the Prefects' Bathroom, looks at the Golden Egg with trepidation] I must be out of my mind.

[he opens it, and it emits its usual high-pitched squeal before he slams it shut]

Harry: I'm definitely out of my mind.

Moaning Myrtle: I'd try putting it in the water if I were you.

Harry: [startled] Myrtle!

Moaning Myrtle: Hello Harry! Long time no see! I was circling a blocked drain the other day, I could swear I saw a bit of Polyjuice Potion. Not being a bad boy again, are we?

Harry: Polyjuice Potion? Kicked the habit. Myrtle, did you say try putting it in the water?

Moaning Myrtle: That's what he did, the other boy. The handsome one. Cedric. Well go on, open it.

Harry: [opens the egg underwater]

Voice inside the egg: 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.

Harry: Myrtle, there aren't Merpeople in the Black Lake, are there?

Moaning Myrtle: Oh, very good. It took Cedric ages to riddle it out. Almost all the bubbles were gone...

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Barty Crouch Junior: Hello, father!

Barty Crouch: You are no son of mine...

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Voldemort: I'm going to kill you, Harry Potter. I'm going to destroy you. After tonight, no one will ever again question my power. After tonight if they speak of you, they'll only speak of how you begged for death. And how I being a merciful Lord... obliged.

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Harry: 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.

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Harry: In the graveyard, my wand and Voldemort's sort of... connected.

Dumbledore: Priori Incantatem.

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Voldemort: Nagini tells me that the old Muggle caretaker is standing right outside the door. Step aside, Wormtail, so that I can give our guest a proper greeting. Avada Kedavra!

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Professor McGonagall: Inside every girl is a swan, waiting to burst out in flight.

Ron: [whispering] Something is about to burst out of Eloise Midgen, but I don't think it's a swan.

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Karkaroff's Aide: May I have your arm?

Parvati Patil: Arm, leg, I'm yours.

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[repeated line]

Ron: Bloody hell!

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Professor McGonagall: Professor Moody! What are you doing?

Professor Moody: Teaching.

Professor McGonagall: Teach - is that a student?

Professor Moody: Technically it's a ferret.

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Ron: Piss off.

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Hermione: Ron, you spoiled everything!

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Dumbledore: People change in the maze. Oh, find the cup if you can. But be very wary; you could just lose yourselves along the way.

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[repeated line]

Parvati PatilPadma Patil: Hi, Harry!

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Parvati Patil: [turns around and sees Hermione] She looks beautiful.

Harry: [staring at Cho] Yes, she does.

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Dumbledore: Harry, feel free to treat yourself to a licorice snap. But be careful, they're a wee bit sharp.

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Harry: I just wondered if...

[bird squawks loudly in the background]

Harry: Ijustwanderedifmaybeyouwantedtogototheballwithme!

Cho Chang: Sorry, I didn't catch that.

Harry: I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to go to the ball with me...

Cho Chang: Oh.

[Suddenly looking very uncomfortable]

Cho Chang: Harry, I'm sorry but someone's already asked me. And well, I've, I've said I'll go with him.

Harry: Okay, great, good, fine, great, no problem.

[turns to head into the Owlery]

Cho Chang: Harry! I really am... sorry.

[manages a weak, embarrassed smiled as she descends the staircase]

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Dumbledore: Curiosity is not a sin, Harry. However, from time to time, you should exercise caution.

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Dumbledore: [to Harry] I never liked these curtains. I set them on fire in my fourth year. Accidentally, of course.

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[first lines]

Frank Bryce: Bloody kids!

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Voldemort: You've been taught how to duel, I presume? First we bow to each other

[Voldemort bows, Harry does not]

Voldemort: Come now, Harry, the niceties must be observed. Dumbledore would not want you to forget your manners. I said, "Bow."

[uses a curse to make Harry bow]

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Professor McGonagall: Now, Mr. Weasley, place your right hand on my waist.

Ron: Where?

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Seamus: Blimey! That's one big woman.

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[after getting his kiss from Fleur]

Ron: Merci...

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Professor Moody: Stupid ceiling.

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Harry: What's with the flower? Hagrid... have you combed your hair?

Hagrid: 'S a matter of fact I have. You might want to try the same thing now and again.

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Professor McGonagall: Mr. Potter, are you and Miss Patil ready?

Harry: Ready, Professor?

Professor McGonagall: To dance! It's tradition that the three champions-well in this case four- are the first to dance. Surely I told you?

Harry: No.

Professor McGonagall: Oh, well, now you know.

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Malfoy: [after Moody humilates him by turning him into a ferret and bouncing him up and down] My father will hear about this!

Professor Moody: Is that a threat?

[He steps forward, and Malfoy runs around the tree, Moody following]

Professor Moody: Is that a threat? Is that a threat?

[Malfoy flees]

Professor McGonagall: Professor Moody! Professor!

Professor Moody: [yelling after him ] I could tell you stories about your father that would curl even your greasy hair, boy!

Professor McGonagall: Alastor!

Professor Moody: It doesn't end here!

Professor McGonagall: Alastor, we never use transfiguration as a punishment. Surely Dumbledore told you that?

Professor Moody: He might have mentioned it.

Professor McGonagall: Well then. Do well to remember it!

[She stalks off, and Moody makes a face at her retreating back]

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Dumbledore: 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. Therefore, I feel 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 feel would be an insult to his memory. Now the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me, and, reminds us, that though we may come from different countries and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one. In light of the recent events, the bonds of friendship 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.

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Voldemort: [after the Death Eaters have Apparated to the graveyard] Welcome, my friends. Thirteen years it's been, and yet, here you stand as if it were only yesterday. I confess myself... disappointed. Not one of you tried to find me...

[running around and angrily ripping masks off several followers]

Voldemort: Crabbe! Macnair! Goyle! Not even you, Lucius.

Lucius Malfoy: [sinking to the ground] My Lord, had I detected any sign... a whisper of your whereabouts...

Voldemort: Oh there were signs, my slippery friend, and more than whispers.

Lucius Malfoy: I assure you, my Lord, I have never renounced the old ways. The face I have been obliged to present since your... absence...

[removes his hood]

Lucius Malfoy: That is my true mask.

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Igor Karkaroff: [a highly agitated Karkaroff is following Snape around outside the Yule Ball as Snape patrols through the carriages parked on the grounds] It's happening again, like before, and soon neither you nor anyone else will be able to deny it.

Professor Snape: I've told you already Igor, I see no reason to discuss it.

[notices one carriage that is definitely occupied and blasts the door open with his wand, shooing out the students]

Professor Snape: Lumos! Ten points from Hufflepuff, Fawcett, and the same from Ravenclaw, Stebbins.

Igor Karkaroff: It's a sign, Severus, you know it is.

Professor Snape: Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about.

Igor Karkaroff: Really? Then perhaps you wouldn't mind rolling up your sleeve them, huh?

[reaches for Snape's left arm, which Snape quickly pulls out of his way]

Igor Karkaroff: You don't fool me, Severus. You are scared. Admit it!

Professor Snape: I have nothing to be scared of, Igor. Can you say the same?

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[the Trio sits around the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common Room, digesting the murder of Barty Crouch, Sr. that has just taken place]

Ron: They'll cover this up, you watch. Fudge'll sell his soul before this gets out in the Daily Prophet.

Harry: But why?

Ron: Look, nobody liked Crouch. I know this from my father. Loads of people wanted him dead. But, he was a Ministry Official. It's not even like he turned up stiff in Knockturn Alley. He was murdered at Hogwarts. This is a big deal.

Hermione: It can't be coincidence... Harry's dreams, his scar hurting, the Dark Mark, his name coming out of the Goblet of Fire. Surviving the Tournament isn't the answer anymore Harry. It's bigger than this. And I really think you should go to Dumbledore.

Ron: Yeah.

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Ron: What do you suppose is on Karkaroff's arm?

Harry: I dunno.

Hermione: Boomslang skin and Lacewing flies... you're sure those are the two ingredients Snape mentioned?

Harry: Positive, why?

Hermione: Well, he thinks we're brewing Polyjuice Potion doesn't he?

Harry: I don't care what Snape thinks, I've got bigger problems than detention. Something's coming closer.

[touches his stinging scar]

Harry: I can feel it.

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Arthur Weasley: [after the trio is nearly hit by several Stunning Spells] Stop! That's my son!

[he runs up to the kids]

Arthur Weasley: Ron, Harry, Hermione are you alright?

Ron: We came back for Harry.

Barty Crouch: [Whipping out his wand and pointing it threateningly between the three kids] Which of you conjured it?

Arthur Weasley: Barty, you can't be serious...

Barty Crouch: DO NOT LIE! You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!

Harry: Crime?

Arthur Weasley: Barty, they're just kids.

Harry: What crime?

Hermione: It's the Dark Mark, Harry. It's HIS Mark.

Harry: [glances up at the huge skull and snake in the air] Voldemort? Those people, in the masks, they're his too aren't they? His followers.

Arthur Weasley: Death Eaters.

Barty Crouch: [to the rest of the Ministry Wizards] Follow me.

Harry: Uh, there was a man, earlier.

[he points in the direction where he saw Crouch, Jr]

Harry: There.

Barty Crouch: All of you, this way!

Arthur Weasley: A man, Harry? Who was he?

Harry: I don't know. I didn't see his face.

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Rita Skeeter: 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 and I want to know. Not to mention my ravid readers. So, who's feeling up to sharing? Shall we start with the youngest? Lovely.

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Harry: Dragons, that's the first task. They've got one for each of us.

Cedric Diggory: Are you serious? And Fleur and Krum, do they...?

Harry: Yes.

Cedric Diggory: Right. Hey, listen, about the badges. I've asked them not to wear them...

Harry: Don't worry about it.

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Harry: You're a right foul git, you know that?

Ron: You think so?

Harry: I know so!

Ron: Anything else?

Harry: Yeah, stay away from me!

Ron: Fine.

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Hermione: Your wand, Harry! Your wand!

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Fred: We knew you wouldn't die, Harry!

George: Might lose a leg.

Fred: Or an arm.

George: But pack it in all together?

FredGeorge: Never!

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Padma Patil: Is that Hermione Granger with Viktor Krum?

Ron: No. Absolutely not.

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Professor Moody: So, what curse shall we see first? Weasley!

Ron: [scared] Yes?

Professor Moody: Stand!

[Ron does]

Professor Moody: Give us a curse.

Ron: Well... my dad did tell me about one. The Imperius Curse?

Professor Moody: Oh, yeah, your dad would know all about that one. Gave the Ministry a lot of trouble at one time. Perhaps this will show you why.

[opens a jar full of spiders and picks one out]

Professor Moody: Hello, my little beauty! Engorgio.

[the spider grows to a huge size]

Professor Moody: Imperio!

[the spider begins hopping around the room, onto student's clothes, faces, etc. Everyone starts laughing]

Professor Moody: Don't worry, she's completely harmless! If she bites... she's lethal!

[laughs with everyone]

Professor Moody: Talented, isn't she? What shall I have her do next? Jump out the window?

[the spider jumps toward the window, which is closed, and slams into the glass. Everyone stops laughing at once]

Professor Moody: Drown herself?

[the spider jumps to a pail of water and poises on the rim, ready to dive. Then he brings her back to his arms]

Professor Moody: Scores of wizards and witches claimed that they only did You-Know-Who's bidding under the effects of the Imperius Curse. But here's the rub... how do we sort out the liars?

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[Moody walks to Hermione's desk and places the spider in front of her]

Professor Moody: Perhaps you'd like to give us the last curse, Miss Granger?

[tears swimming in her eyes, Hermione shakes her head vigorously]

Professor Moody: No?

[pause]

Professor Moody: AVADA KEDAVRA!

[with a flash of green light, the spider lets out one final squeak, then stops moving. Hermione cannot even look]

Professor Moody: The Killing Curse. Only one wizard is known to have survived it. And he's sitting in this room.

[he stands in front of Harry]

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Dumbledore: Send a message to Azkaban. I think they'll find they're missing a prisoner.

Barty Crouch Junior: [gloating] I'll be welcomed back like a hero!

Dumbledore: Perhaps. Personally, I've never had much time for heroes.

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Professor Moody: Let's have another curse. C'mon, c'mon.

[Neville's hand slowly goes up, and Moody calls on him]

Professor Moody: Longbottom, isn't it? Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for Herbology.

Neville: Th-there's um... the Cruciatus Curse.

Professor Moody: Correct! Correct! Particularly nasty.

[he leads Neville up to his desk and puts the spider down in front of him]

Professor Moody: The torture curse. CRUCIO!

[the spider begins to squeak and writhe in pain. Neville flinches, almost unable to watch as the spider continues to curl itself up in agony]

Hermione: Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him? STOP IT!

[Moody lifts the curse, and again palms the spider. Neville is left standing at the desk, looking shell-shocked]

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George: Four People will go down...

Fred: But will four come up?

Ginny: Why do have to be so mean?

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Barty Crouch: Chinese Fireball! Ooooo!

[referring to the mayhem at the World Cup and the Dark Mark]

Hermione: This is horrible! How can the ministry not know who conjured it? Wasn't there any security?

Ron: Loads, according to Dad. That's what worries them so much. It happened right under their noses.

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