[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[HISSES]
[WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]
[BIRD CRIES IN DISTANCE]
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[BIRD CRIES IN DISTANCE]
WEATHERMAN [OVER RADIO]: And now, the area forecast for today...
The south will certainly be dry, with bright spells
of light but moderate wind through the night,
with a temperature of 55 to 61 degrees Fahrenheit.
Further north, humid and warm.
Bright spells, but increasing clouds and rain showers...
[WEATHERMAN CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]
Bloody kids.
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[BIRD CRIES IN DISTANCE]
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
MAN [HOARSELY]: 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...
[BOARD CREAKS]
...has become wearisome for you?
WORMTAIL: 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.
[HISSING]
Send them a sign.
[WHISPERING IN PARSELTONGUE]
VOLDEMORT: 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!
[FRANK SCREAMING][WHISTLING]
[WHISTLING CONTINUES]
HERMIONE: Harry.
[GROANS]
Harry!
[WHISTLING FADES]
[GASPING]
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!
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
HARRY: Ron, where are we actually going?
RON: Don't know.
Hey, Dad. Where are we going?
ARTHUR: Haven't the foggiest. Keep up!
MAN: Arthur!
It's about time, son.
Sorry, Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start.
[YAWNS]
ARTHUR: 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.
[CHUCKLES]
AMOS: Yes, it's, uh, just over there.
ARTHUR: Shall we?
AMOS: Oh, yeah.
ARTHUR: We don't want to be late.
AMOS: Come on. Nearly there now.
Get yourself into a good position.
HARRY: Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?
That isn't just any manky old boot, mate.
It's a Portkey.
AMOS: Time to go!
What's a Portkey?
Ready! After three.
One, two...
Harry!
...three!
[ALL SCREAM]
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[AMOS LAUGHING]
[LAUGHS]
Let go, kids!
What?!
ARTHUR: Let go!
[ALL SCREAM]
Oof.
Ahh.
Ooh.
[PANTING]
I'll bet that cleared your sinuses, eh?
AMOS: Total shambles, as per usual.
Thanks.
[FOLK MUSIC PLAYING IN DISTANCE]
ARTHUR: Go on, look at that!
Well, kids, welcome to the Quidditch World Cup!
[BROOMS WHOOSHING]
ARTHUR: Stay together! Keep up, girls!
Look!
ARTHUR: Come on! Keep up, girls!
MAN ON BROOM: Whoo-hoo!
MAN 2 ON BROOM: Whoa!
Blimey!
Parting of the ways, I think, old chap.
See you at the match.See you at the match.
Cedric. Ced, come on.
FRED: See you later, Cedric.
Ah.
[CHUCKLES]
Home sweet home.
HARRY: What?
ARTHUR: Ah, excellent.HERMIONE: Ginny, look!
Excellent.
All to the bath.
Girls, choose a bunk and unpack.
Ron, get out of the kitchen. We're all hungry.
FRED & GEORGE: Yeah, get out of the kitchen!
Feet off the table!
FRED & GEORGE: Feet off the table!
I love magic.
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[FIREWORKS EXPLODING]
VENDOR: Get your Quidditch World Cup programs here!
RON: Blimey, Dad. How far up are we?
LUCIUS: Well, put it this way:
If it rains...
you'll be the first to know.
DRACO: 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.
[CROWD CHEERING]
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
[DRUMS BEATING]
AMOS: Come on up. Take your seats.
I told you these seats would be worth waiting for.
Come on! Ha, ha!
Whoa!
GINNY: Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
It's the Irish! There's Troy!
GEORGE: And Mullet!FRED: And Moran!
[CROWD CHEERING]
HARRY: Whoa!
CROWD [CHANTING]: Ireland! Ireland!
Ireland! Ireland! Ireland!
GEORGE: Here come the Bulgarians!
FRED: Ha, ha! Yes!
ALL: Whoa!
GINNY: Who's that?
Yeah!
That, sis, is the best Seeker in the world.
CROWD [CHANTING]: Krum! Krum! Krum!
Krum! Krum!
HARRY, RON, FRED, GEORGE: Krum!
[WHOOPING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[APPLAUSE]
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!
[CROWD CHEERING]
RON & HARRY [CHANTING]: Krum! Krum! Krum-Krum-Krum! Krum! Krum! Krum-Krum-Krum!
FRED & GEORGE: â™ª Doo-doo-doo-doo... â™ª
[PEOPLE SHOUTING OUTSIDE]
RON: There's no one like Krum.
FRED: Krum?
Dumb Krum?
He's like a bird, the way he rides the wind.
FRED & GEORGE: Krum, Krum.
He's more than an athlete.
FRED & GEORGE: Dumb Krum.
He's an artist.
I think you're in love, Ron.
Shut up.
â™ª Viktor, I love you â™ª
â™ª Viktor, I do â™ª
ALL: â™ª When we're apart My heart beats only for you â™ª
[PEOPLE SHOUTING OUTSIDE]
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!
[PEOPLE SCREAMING]
MAN: Get out, it's the Death Eaters!
Get back to the Portkey, everybody,
and stick together!
Fred, George!
Ginny is your responsibility.
ARTHUR: Go!
Harry!
[DEATH EATERS ROARING]
[CHANTING INDISTINCTLY]
GEORGE: Keep up, you lot!
HERMIONE: Harry!
[CHANTING INDISTINCTLY]
[PEOPLE SCREAMING]
[GRUNTS]
[GASPING]
[GRUNTS]
[SCREAMS AND SHOUTS FADE]
Morsmordre!
[HISSING]
[HISSES]
[GRUNTING]
[PANTING]
RON: Harry!
Where are you?
HERMIONE: Harry!
RON: Been looking for you for ages!
Thought we lost you, mate.
HARRY: What is that?
[GRUNTS]
WIZARDS: Stupefy!
ARTHUR: Stop!
That's my son!
Ron, Harry, Hermione, are you all right?
RON: 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?
[WHISPERING] It's the Dark Mark, Harry.
It's his mark.
Voldemort?
Those people tonight,
in the masks, they're his too,
aren't they? His followers?
Yeah.
Death Eaters.
Follow me.
Um, there was a man,
before.
Uh, there!
All of you, this way!
ARTHUR: A man, Harry?
Who?
I don't know.
[SHIVERING]
I didn't see his face.
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[HISSING]
WOMAN: Anything from the trolley?
Anything from the trolley, dears?
RON: Packet of Drooble's and a...
Licorice Wand.
On second thought, j-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.
[BOTH GIGGLE]
WOMAN: Anything sweet
for you, dear?
Oh, no, I'm not hungry. Thank you.
WOMAN: Anything from the trolley?
HERMIONE: 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.
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
Hedwig. There we go.
[WHINNYING]
[EXCITED CHATTERING]
Clear the runway!
[WHINNIES]
[SCREAMS]
Whoa!
Well, there's something you don't see every day.
[LAUGHS]
DUMBLEDORE: Well, now we're all settled in and sorted,
I'd like to make an announcement.
[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]
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--
[WHISPERING] Yes, what is it?
What is it?
[MURMURING, STIFLED LAUGHTER]
Tell them to wait.
Wait.
[NORMAL VOICE] So...Hogwarts has been chosen
to host a legendary event:
The Triwizard Tournament.
Now, 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...
[DOOR OPENS]
...and their headmistress, Madame Maxime.
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[GIRLS SIGH]
RON: Bloody hell!
[BUTTERFLIES CHIRP]
Blimey. That's one big woman.
[STUDENTS CHEER AND WHISTLE]
And now our friends from the north.
Please greet the proud sons
of Durmstrang
and their high master, Igor Karkaroff.
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[BOYS GRUNT]
[STUDENTS GASP]
[BOYS GRUNT]
STUDENT [WHISPERS]: Oh, it's Krum!
Blimey, it's him!
Viktor Krum!
Albus.
Igor.[CHUCKLES]
[THUNDER CRASHING]
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.
MAXIME: But you know, Monsieur Hagrid,
they drink only single-malt whiskey.
Ah!
You idiot!
Mm.
[STUDENTS CHATTERING]
Your attention, please!
[STUDENTS QUIET]
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.
BOTH: Wicked.
DUMBLEDORE: 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.
[THUNDER CRASHES]
[STUDENTS SCREAM]
RON: 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.
[GRUNTING]
Ah, my dear old friend, thanks for coming.
Stupid ceiling.
[CHUCKLES]
Thank you.
What's that he's drinking, do you suppose?
I don't know, but I don't think it's pumpkin juice.
CROUCH: After due consideration,
the Ministry has concluded that, for their own safety,
no student under the age of 17--
STUDENT: No way!
--shall be allowed to put forth their name
for the Triwizard Tournament.
This decision is final.
BOTH: That's rubbish!
You don't know what you're doing!
[STUDENTS BOO]
Silence!
They're not too happy about that, then.
[STUDENTS QUIET]
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
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.
[SHIP BOARDS CREAKING]
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.
Now, 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.
Hm? 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.
[INSECTS BUZZING]
Hello.
Lovely little beauty.
[CHITTERS]
Engorgio.
Imperio!
[GASPS]
[STUDENTS GIGGLE]
[GASPS]
Don't worry. It's completely harmless.
[GIGGLING]
[GASPING]
If she bites...
[GROANING]
...she's lethal.
[DRACO CACKLING]
What are you laughing at?
[STUDENTS LAUGH]
Get off!
[MOODY LAUGHS]
Talented, isn't she?
What should I have her do next? Jump out the window?
Drown herself?
[CHIRPS SOFTLY]
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.
Th-there's the, um... The Cruciatus Curse.
Correct, correct. Come, come.
Particularly nasty.
The torture curse.
Crucio!
[SQUEALING]
[SQUEALING CONTINUES]
Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him?
Stop it!
[SPIDER SQUEALS LOUDLY]
Um...
[CLEARS THROAT]
[CHIRPS SOFTLY]
Perhaps you could give us
the last Unforgivable Curse,
Miss Granger.
No?
Avada Kedavra!
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
The Killing Curse.
Only one person is known to have survived it...
and he's sitting in this room.
[FLASK CLINKS]
[GULPS]
[CLOSES FLASK]
[FOOTSTEPS RECEDE]
[BELL TOLLING]
[STUDENTS CHATTERING]
RON: 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?
[QUIETLY] Hey.
Neville?
Son?
You all right?
Come on.
We'll have a cup of tea.
I want to show you something.
[GRUNTS]
[RAINFALL PATTERS ON GLASS]
[GIRLS GIGGLING]
GIRL: We're gonna be late!
[BOYS LAUGH, SPEAK INDISTINCTLY]
BOY: Put it in. Do it. Go on. That's it!
GIRL: Hey!
[APPLAUSE]
Come on, Cedric. Put it in!
[APPLAUSE]
Eternal glory. Be brilliant, wouldn't it?
Three years from now,
when we're old enough to be chosen.
Yeah, rather you than me.
FRED & GEORGE: Yes!
[STUDENTS CHEER]
Thank you, thank you.
Well, lads, we've done it.
Cooked it up just this morning.
[SINGSONG VOICE] 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?
[SCOFFS]
So...
[SCOFFS]
...a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled
by a dodge as pathetically dimwitted as an Aging Potion.
Ah, but that's why it's so brilliant.
'Cause it's so pathetically dimwitted.
Ready, Fred?Ready, George.
[IN UNISON] Bottoms up.
STUDENTS: Whoo.
FRED & GEORGE: Yes!
[CHEERING]
FRED: Yeah!
[LAUGHING]
GEORGE: Yes!
Ready?
BOTH: Yes!
[CHEERING]
Aaaah!Aaaah!
Oof! Oof!
[STUDENTS LAUGHING]
You said! You said!
Oh, right, you want a piece of me?!
FRED: Get off, or I'll tear your ears off!
Come on! Take this! Come on!
[CHANTING] Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
FRED: We're old school, eh?
GEORGE: Yeah, but you look older!
[CHANTING STOPS][FRED & GEORGE GRUNT]
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[BELL TOLLING]
[STUDENTS CHATTERING]
DUMBLEDORE: Sit down.
Please.
Now the moment you've all been waiting for:
The champion selection.
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
The Durmstrang champion is Viktor Krum.
[CHEERING]
The champion for Beauxbatons...
is Fleur Delacour.
[CHEERING]
The Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory!
[CHEERING]
[WHISTLES]
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!
[STUDENTS CHEERING]
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[MUTTERS] Harry Potter.
Harry Potter?
[STUDENTS GASP]
[STUDENTS WHISPERING]
No. No.
No.
Harry Potter!
Go on, Harry.
Harry, for goodness sake.
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[STUDENTS WHISPERING]
BOY: He's a cheat!
BOY 2: He's not even 17 yet!
[INSTRUMENTS WHIRRING AND CLICKING]
[DOOR OPENS]
MAXIME: It's wrong, I tell you!
KARKAROFF: You French tart.
Everything is a conspiracy theory with you!
DUMBLEDORE: Quiet! I can't think!
Everything is a conspiracy theory!
Harry!MAXINE: 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.MOODY: The hell he is!
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.
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.
DUMBLEDORE: 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.
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
McGONAGALL: This can't go on, Albus.
First the Dark Mark.
Now this?
What do you suggest, Minerva?
[STAMMERS]
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.
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
How did you do it?
Never mind. Doesn't matter.
Might have 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...
[SIGHS]
Look, I don't know what happened tonight,
and I don't know why.
It just did.
Okay?
[SCOFFS]
Piss off.
[SIGHS]
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 youwe don't know.
Heh.
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 rabid readers.
So who's feeling up to sharing?
Hm?
Shall we start with the youngest?
Lovely.
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
Hm. This is cozy.
Uh, it's a broom cupboard.
You should feel right at home, then.
Don't mind if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill, do you?
Oh, um...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?
Um, I-- 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?
Uh-- No, I-- I didn't enter.
Of course you didn't.
Everyone loves a rebel, Harry.
[CHUCKLES]
Scratch that last.
Speaking of your parents,
were they alive,
how do 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."
[CRIES]
[OWLS HOOTING, SCREECHING IN DISTANCE]
[OWL SQUAWKS]
[SQUAWKS]
SIRIUS: Harry, I couldn't risk sending Hedwig.
Ever 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.:
Aah!
The bird bites.
Aah!
[WHISPERS] Sirius?
SKEETER: Harry Potter, age 12,
suspect entrant in the Triwizard Tournament.
His eyes swimming with the ghosts of his past,
[VOICE SPEEDS UP, FADES] and choking back tears... Aah!
[FIRE HISSES]
[HISSES]
[GASPS]
[GROANS]
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!
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?
I don't know.
You didn't hear a name?
No. Um...
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.
[DOOR OPENING IN DISTANCE]
Do 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.
[SOFT FOOTSTEPS]
Someone's coming.
Keep your friends close, Harry.
Who were you talking to?
What? Who says I 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.
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
Amazing.
Amazing!
Neville.
You're doing it again.
Oh. Right, sorry.
"Magical Water Plants of the Highland Lochs"?
Moody gave it to me.
That-- That day we had tea.
HERMIONE: Look, it's already been
through enough people.
Why don't you talk to him yourself?
[HERMIONE SIGHS ANGRILY]
Ron, this is your problem, not mine.
[WHISPERS] What do want me to say again?
[WHISPERS]
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, y--
What?
Uh... Um...
[WHISPERS] Are you sure you won't do this?
[WHISPERS] Do it.
HERMIONE: Dean was... told by Parvati that...
Please don't ask me to say it again.
Hagrid's looking for you.
HARRY: Well, you can tell Ronald--
I'm not an owl!
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
HAGRID: Did you bring your father's cloak, like I asked ya?
HARRY: Yeah, I brought the cloak. 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.
[DISTANT ROARING]
[LOW SNARL]
MAXIME: Hagrid?
Oh!
The cloak. Put the cloak on.
HAGRID: Bonsoir,Olympe.
MAXIME: 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.
[CREATURES ROARING] [GASPS]
LÃ , c'est magnifique.
Can we get closer?
[CREATURE GROWLS]
[MEN YELLING]
Dragons?
That's the first task?
You're joking.
HAGRID: 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.
[DRAGONS BREATHING FIRE, ROARING]
You cheat, Potter.
BOY: Oh, you stink, Potter.
[GIRLS CHUCKLING]
Good luck, Potter.
BOY: Potter stinks!
Cedric rules.
GIRL: We love Cedric.Thanks.
Like the badge?
[SNICKERS][CHUCKLING]
Excuse me.
[GROUP LAUGHING]
[STUDENTS CHATTERING]
BOY 1: Oi, look. Harry.
Oh, what's that say?Hey!
Read the badge, Potter!
Can I have a word?
All right.
BOY 2: You stink, Potter!
[CHUCKLES]
BOY 3: Harry Potter smells!
[GROUP LAUGHING]
Dragons.
That's the first task.
They've got one for each of us.
BOY 2: Come on, Ced!
D-- Are you serious?
CEDRIC: And, um...
Fleur and Krum, do they--?
Yes.
BOY 2: Come on, Ced, leave him.
CEDRIC: Right.BOY 2: He's not worth it.
BOY 1: Read the badges, Potter!
Listen. About the badges.
I've asked them not to wear them, but--
Don't worry about it.
SEAMUS: 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.
CRABBE: There's Potter. Cheat.
DRACO: 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.
[GRUNTS]
He's vile and cruel.
And you're just pathetic.
Pathetic?
Oh, no, you don't, sonny!
Aah!
I'll teach you to curse someone
when their back is turned!
You stinking...
cowardly... [TWITTERING]
...scummy...
Professor Moody!...back-shooting...
What are you doing?
Teaching.
Is that a--? Is that a student?
Technically, it's a ferret.
No! Oh!
[LAUGHING]
[SOBBING]
Stand still! Stand still!
Aah!
[LAUGHS]
Whoa!
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, boy!
Alastor!It doesn't end here!
Alastor.
We never use transfiguration as a punishment!
Surely Dumbledore told you that.
He might have mentioned it.
Well, you will do well to remember it.
Away!
You. Come with me.
[GRUNTS]
[GROANS]
[GROANING]
[SIGHS]
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.
[LAUGHS]
[RUMBLING] [GASPS]
[DISTANT SHOUTING]
[SHOUTING QUIETS]
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?
Oh...um...
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.
Hm?
Come on, Potter.
What are your strengths?
Um...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.
[FANFARE PLAYING]
FRED: Bets! Place your bets!
GEORGE: 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?
Hello. Yes, sir?
Ten-to-1 for Fleur. There you go.
Thank you very much.
DUMBLEDORE [OVER SPEAKER]: Your attention, please.
This is a great day for all of us.
[DRAGON ROARS]
Each of the three tasks
involves very considerable danger.
Please keep your seats at all times.
Psst. Psst!
This will minimize any risks you may be exposed to.
[WHISPERS] Harry? Is that you?
[WHISPERS] Yeah.
I'm sure we all wish our four champions...
How are you feeling? Okay?
...the greatest of luck.
[CROWD CHEERING IN DISTANCE]
The key is to concentrate.
After that, you just have to--
Battle a dragon.
[SOBS]
SKEETER: Young love.
Oh, how...
mmm...
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.
[MUTTERS]
No matter.
We've, uh, 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?
Oh, um...
Sorry, I'll just go.
Barty, the bag.
Champions, in a circle around me.
Miss Delacour, over here.
Mr. Krum.
And, uh, Potter-- Mr. Potter, over here.
That's right. Now...
Miss Delacour, if you will.
[SNARLING]
The Welsh Green.
Mr. Krum.
The Chinese Fireball.
Ooh...
The Swedish Short-Snout.
Which leaves... The Horntail.
What's that, boy?
Nothing.
Ah!
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?
DUMBLEDORE: Very well.
Good luck, champions.
Mr. Diggory, at the sound of the cannon, you may--
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
[CROWD CHEERING OUTSIDE]
CROWD [CHANTING]: Diggory! Diggory! Diggory!
Diggory! Diggory!
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
DUMBLEDORE [OVER SPEAKER]: 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.
CROWD [CHANTING]: Harry! Harry! Harry!
Harry! Harry! Harry! Harry!
[CROWD CHEERING]
[DRAGON ROARS]
[CROWD SCREAMING]
[DRAGON SCREECHES]
[SCREAMS]
Aah!
[ROARS]
[PANTING]
[CHUCKLES]
Your wand, Harry!
Your wand!
Accio Firebolt!
[ROARS]
Yeah! Yes!
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
Oooh. Whoa!
Oh, my God.
HARRY: Whoa!
Yeah! Yeah!
Well done, dragon!
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[GASPS]
[GROWLING]
[SCREECHES]
[SCREAMS]
[GRUNTS]
[PANTING]
[ROARS]
[GRUNTS]
[GASPING]
Ah!
[SCREECHES]
[ROARS]
[SNARLING]
Aah!
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[YELLING]
[SCREAMING] [ROARING]
[ROARING FADES]
Yes! Yes!
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[CHEERING AND WHOOPING]
GIRL: Yeah, Harry!
Yes, Harry!
Knew you wouldn't die, Harry.
Lose a leg. Or an arm.
Pack it in altogether?
BOTH: Never!
[GEORGE LAUGHS]
Shush!
Go on, Harry.
What's the clue?
Who wants me to open it?
ALL: Yes!
Do you want me to open it?
ALL: Yes!
[LOUD SCREECHING]
[SCREECHING STOPS]
What the bloody hell was that?
FRED: 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-- 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.
[CHUCKLING] Yeah.
Isn't it?
I suppose I was a bit distraught.
[WHISPERS] Boys.
[OWLS SCREECHING]
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[WHISPERING]
BOTH: Hi, Harry.
[WHISPERS] Cho, Harry's looking at you.
[GIGGLING]
Shush.
HERMIONE: 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. Ah.
Thank you, Nigel.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Not now, Nigel.
Later.
Go on.
I told him I'd get him Harry's autograph.
[SIGHS]
Oh, look, Mum's sent me something.
Mum sent me a dress.
Well, it does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet?
Aha! Heh.
Nose down, Harry.
Ginny, these must be for you.
I'm not wearing that. It's ghastly.
[GIGGLES]
What are you on about?
They're not for Ginny. They're for you.
[LAUGHING]
Dress robes.
Dress robes?
For what?
McGONAGALL: The Yule Ball
has been a tradition of the--
[STATIC CRACKLING]
--Triwizard Tournament
[CRACKLING STOPS]
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.
[CHATTERING EXCITEDLY]
[GRUMBLING]
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?
Babbling, bumbling band of baboons.
Bumbling, babbling...Babbling, bumbling...
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.
McGONAGALL: Inside every boy,
a lordly lion prepared to prance.
Mr. Weasley.
Yes?
Will you join me, please?
Mm.
BOYS: Hey.
Now...
place your right hand on my waist.
Where?
My waist.
[BOY WOLF WHISTLES]
And extend your arm.
Hey.
McGONAGALL: Mr. Filch, if you please?
[SLOW WALTZ PLAYING]
One, two, three.
[BOTH HUMMING]
HARRY: Oi!
Never gonna let him forget this, are you?
BOTH: Never.
McGONAGALL: Everybody come together.
Boys, on your feet.
[GRUMBLING]
[WALTZ CONTINUES PLAYING]
[NEVILLE HUMMING WALTZ]
Why do they have to travel in packs?
And how are you supposed to get one on their own to ask them?
Then he said he would--Shh!
[BREATHING UNEVENLY]
[GIRLS LAUGH]
GIRL: You see?
Blimey, Harry. You slay dragons.
If you can't get a date, who can?
I think I'd take the dragon right now.
I take after my mum.Hm?
Though I...didn't know her very well.
She left when I was about 3.
Oh.
No, not the maternal sort, her.
Broke me dad's heart, though.
Do you know, he was a tiny little fella, my dad.
I could pick him up at the age of 6
with one hand and put him on the dresser.
[BOTH LAUGH]
He laughed so hard at that.
Hm.
Very funny. Hm.
And then he died
just when I started school. So...
Oh.
So I sort of had to make me own way, as it were.
But enough of me.
What about you?
[GRUNTING]
[CHATTERING]
[CLEARS THROAT]
[CHATTERING]
This is mad. At this rate,
we'll be the only ones in our year without dates.
Ow!
Well...
us and Neville.
Yeah, but, then again, he can take himself.
[CHUCKLES]
It might interest you to know
that Neville's already got someone.
[GROANS]
Now I'm really depressed.
RON [WHISPERS]: "Get a move on or all the good ones will have gone."
Who you going with, then?
FRED [WHISPERS]: Oi, Angelina?
[MOUTHS] What?
[WHISPERS] Do you...wanna go...
[MOUTHS] to the ball...with me?
[WHISPERS] To the ball?
Yeah, all right, then.
Oi, Hermione.
You're a girl.
Oh, well spotted.
Come with one of us?
[GRUNTS]
RON: 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!
[MUTTERS]
Bloody hell.
She's lying, right?
If you say so.
RON: 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.
[BOTH GROAN]
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[OWLS SCREECHING, HOOTING]
[GASPS]
Cho!
Harry!
[BOTH LAUGH NERVOUSLY]
Um, watch yourself on the stairs.
It's a bit icy at the top.
Okay, thanks.
Cho?
Yes?
Um...
Well, I just wondered if you--
[OWLS SQUAWKING]I just wondered if maybe
you wanted to go to the ball with me.
[SIGHS]
Sorry...
I didn't catch that.
Um, I was just
wondering if maybe
you wanted to go to the ball with me.
Oh.
Um...
Harry, I--
I'm sorry,
but someone's already asked me...
and...
well, I-I've s--
I've said I'll go
with him.
Okay.
Yeah. Great.
Fine.
No problem.
Okay. Good.
Harry?
I really am...
...sorry.
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[SIGHS]
GINNY: It's all right, Ron.
It's okay, Ron.
It's all right. It-- It doesn't matter.
HARRY: What happened to you?
He just asked Fleur Delacour out.
What?
What'd she say?
No, of course.
[GROANS]
She said yes?
Don't be silly.
There she was, walking by.
You know how I like it when they walk.
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.
BOTH: Hi, Harry.
RON: I've always liked looking at them from behind.
Oh, she's never gonna forgive me, ever.
[GROANS]
Hey!
[ELEGANT BIG BAND MUSIC PLAYING]
[STUDENTS CHATTERING EXCITEDLY]
RON: Bloody hell.
[PANTING]
Bloody hell.
Bloody. Oh, bloody...
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.
[SNIFFS]
I smell like my Great Aunt Tessie.
Murder me, Harry.
Leave it alone.
Poor kid.
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.
I would've taken her myself
if she wasn't so bloody proud.
BOTH: Hello, boys.
Don't you look...
dashing.
Oh, 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.
Oh, y-- Well, now you know.
Oh.
As for you, Mr. Weasley, you may proceed
into the Great Hall with Miss Patil.
Oh, there you are.
Come on, then.
McGONAGALL: Come along this way.
Oh, come on.
McGONAGALL: Oh, dear. Oh, dear.
Now I need you all to line up
in the procession, please.
Oh, you are very late.
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
This way. This way. Come along.
She looks beautiful!
Yeah, she does.
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[CLICKS HEELS]
[GIGGLES]
[FANFARE PLAYING]
[APPLAUSE]
Is that Hermione Granger?
With Viktor Krum?
No.
Ab-- Absolutely not.
Hi.
[BATON TAPPING]
[WHISPERS] Harry, take my waist.
What? Now.
[ORCHESTRA PLAYING STATELY WALTZ]
[APPLAUSE]
[PURRING]
[APPLAUSE]
[HUMMING ALONG TO WALTZ]
[SHUDDERS]
[APPLAUSE]
MAN: Are you ready?!
[SCREAMING]
â™ª Move your body Like a hairy troll â™ª
â™ª Learning to rock and roll â™ª
â™ª Spin around like a crazy elf â™ª
â™ª Dancing by himself â™ª
â™ª Boogie down like a unicorn â™ª
â™ª No stopping Till the break of dawn â™ª
â™ª Now put your Hands up in the air â™ª
â™ª Like an ogre Who just don't care â™ª
â™ª Oh, can you dance Like a Hippogriff? â™ª
â™ª Mama-ma mama-ma mama-ma â™ª
Ruddy pumpkinhead, isn't he?
â™ª Flying off from the cliff Mama-ma mama-ma mama-ma â™ª
I don't think it was the books
that had him going to the library.
â™ª Swooping down to the ground Mama-ma mama-ma mama-ma â™ª
May I have your arm?Arm.
Leg.
I'm yours.
â™ª Around and around â™ª[SIGHS]
â™ª Mama-ma mama-ma mama-ma â™ª
[SONG ENDS, APPLAUSE]
["THIS IS THE NIGHT" PLAYING]
â™ª I gotta Get to grips, I... â™ª
â™ª I don't wanna feel Like this, I... â™ª
â™ª Your voice Keeps haunting me... â™ª
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.
Huh. I think he's got a bit more
than friendship on his mind.
â™ª ...from the highest mountain Just to call your name â™ª
â™ª The moon throws down Its light â™ª
â™ª And cuts me To the quick tonight â™ª
â™ª Change is in the air And nothing will ever... â™ª
Are you going to ask me to dance or not?
No.
â™ª Ooh, but you're No good for me â™ª
â™ª I close my eyes â™ª [SIGHS]
â™ª And then squeeze you From my consciousness â™ª
RON: He's using you.
HERMIONE: How dare you!
Besides, I can take care of myself.
I doubt it.
He's way too old.
What?!
What?! So that's what you think?
Yeah, that's what I think.
Well, 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, th-th-- That's-- That's--
I mean, that's just completely off the point.
Harry.
Where have you been?
Never mind. Off to bed, both of you.
["MAGIC WORKS" PLAYING IN BALLROOM]
They get scary when they get older.
Ron, you spoiled everything!
HARRY: What is this about?
[SOBBING]
â™ª No, don't let â™ª
â™ª This magic die â™ª
â™ª Oh, the answer's there â™ª
[TOLLING]
[CAWING]
[GRUNTING]
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[HISSING ECHOING FAINTLY]
VOLDEMORT: Let me see it again.
Ah, yes, the time is close now.
Harry, at last!
Step aside, Wormtail,
so I can give our guest a proper greeting.
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[PANTING]
[FLOORBOARDS CREAKING]
You all right, Harry?
I-I just got in.
Me.
[NEVILLE CHUCKLES]
[HUMMING WALTZ MELODY]
HERMIONE: 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.
[LAUGHS]
I just mean, he's not particularly loquacious.
Mm-hm.
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, um...
...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.
CEDRIC: Hey, Potter.
CEDRIC: Potter.HARRY: Cedric.
How--? How are you?
Spectacular.
Look, I realize I never really
thanked you properly for tipping me off
about those dragons.Forget about it.
I'm sure you would have 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.
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
I must be out of my mind.
[LOUD SCREECHING]
[SCREECHING STOPS]
I'm definitely out of my mind.
[HIGH-PITCHED SQUEAK]
[GASPS]
I'd try putting it in the water,
if I were you.
Myrtle.
Oh,
hello, Harry.
Long time no see.
Oh?
[GIGGLES]
[SQUEALS]
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?
HARRY: Polyjuice Potion?
Kicked the habit.
Myrtle, did you say,
"Try putting it in the water"?
[SQUEALS]
[COUGHS]
Oh,
that's what he did.
The other boy.
Mm...
The handsome one.
Cedric.
Well, go on.
Open it.
WOMAN'S VOICE: â™ª Come seek us â™ª
â™ª Where our voices sound â™ª
â™ª We cannot sing Above the ground â™ª
â™ª An hour long You'll have to look â™ª
â™ª To recover what we took â™ª
[COUGHING]
[MIMICS COUGHING]
Myrtle... [SIGHS]
Hm?
There aren't merpeople
in the Black Lake, are there?
Oh,
very good.
[GASPS]
It took Cedric
ages to riddle it out.
Almost all the bubbles were gone.
[GROWLS]
[GIGGLES]
[LAUGHS]
[SQUEALS]
Oh, oh.
Oh, Harry.
[GROANS]
[SNORING]
Harry, tell me again.
"Come seek us where our voices sound."
The Black Lake, that's obvious.
[SNORING]
"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--
We can do this.
The three of us can figure it out.
MOODY: Hate to break up the skull session.
Professor McGonagall would like to see you.
Not you, Potter, just Weasley and Granger.
But, sir,
the second task is only hours away--
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
i-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?
Place your bets, come on! Any bets?
Come on, 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-to-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 saltwater, but--
You're telling me this now?
You must be joking.
I-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?
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[SPECTATORS CLAMORING, CHANTING]
DUMBLEDORE [OVER SPEAKER]: 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--
Put that in your mouth.
--except for this:
They will have but one hour to do so,
and one hour only.GIRL: Cedric!
After that, they'll be on their own.
No magic will save them.[GAGS]
You may begin...Ugh!
...at the sound of the cannon.
[CROWD CHEERING]
[GRUNTING]
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
What's the matter with him?
I don't know, I can't see him.
Oh, my God.
I've killed Harry Potter!
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
SEAMUS: Yeah!
What?
[ETHEREAL VOICE SINGING IN DISTANCE]
[ETHEREAL SINGING CONTINUES]
[WHOOSHING NOISE]
[GARBLED SQUEALING]
Oh!
[DISTORTED WAIL]
[GRUNTS]
[WAILS]
DUMBLEDORE [OVER SPEAKER]: The Beauxbatons champion,
Miss Delacour,
has unfortunately been forced to retire,
so she will take no further part in this task.
[ETHEREAL SINGING CONTINUES IN DISTANCE]
[WAILING ECHOES]
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[WAILS]
[MERMAID WAILS]
[WAILS]
[SHRIEKS]
[WAILS]
[SHRIEKS]
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[WAILS]
[MERMAID SHRIEKS]
But she's my friend too!
[GROWLS]
Only one!
[SHRIEKS]
[MERMAIDS SHRIEK]
[GROWLS]
[GASPS]
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[GASPS]
[CROWD CHEERING]
Let's get down below.
[GASPS]
[CHANTING] Krum! Krum! Krum! Krum! Krum!
[BOTH GASPING, COUGHING]
BOYS: Krum! Krum! Krum!
[SNARLS]
[GRUNTING]
[CHIMES]
[BOTH GASPING AND COUGHING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
Yes!Whoo!
Viens, viens!
Allez, c'est fini. Viens, donne ta main.
[MERMAID WAILS]
[WEAKLY] Ascendio!
[CROWD CHEERING]
Harry!
DUMBLEDORE: He's all right.
[COUGHING]
You're 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!
Oh.
And you!
You helped.
Well...
yeah, a bit.
[LAUGHS]
Gabrielle, ma belle, vien.
Merci.
Harry! Hermione, ow!
Are you all right?
You must be freezing.
Personally, I think you behaved admirably.
I finished last, Hermione.
Ah!
Next to last.
Fleur never got past "ze Grindylows."
BOYS [CHANTING]: Krum! Krum!
BOYS [CHANTING]: Diggory! Diggory!
KARKAROFF: Come on! Come on!
Attention!
[CHANTING CONTINUES]
[LOUDLY] Attention!
The winner is...
Mr. Diggory--
Yeah!
--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--
Yes!
Second place!
--for outstanding moral fiber.[SPITS]
BOY: Boo!
Yes!
[GRUNTS]
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.
Fine achievement.Thank you.
Well done, boy.
RON: 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.
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'mmad.
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
HAGRID: 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!
[HAGRID LAUGHS]
[HERMIONE LAUGHS]
HAGRID & RON: â™ª Hogwarts, Hogwarts â™ª
[HERMIONE JOINS IN] â™ª Hoggy Warty Hogwarts â™ª
â™ª Teach us something, please â™ª
[GRUNTING]
[SINGING CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
HARRY: Mr. Crouch?
DUMBLEDORE: A man has died here, Fudge. And he won't be the last.
You must take action.
FUDGE: I will not.
In 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.
DUMBLEDORE: A true leader does what is right,
no matter what others think.
What did you say? What did you say to me?
MOODY: 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.
Oh, 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.
[GRUNTS SOFTLY]
[CLOCKS TICKING]
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[CAWS QUIETLY]
Ah!
[LICORICE SNAPS SQUEALING]
[GRUNTING]
[LOW RUMBLING]
[GEARS CLICKING]
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[SCREAMING]
[SCREAMING FADES]
[GRUNTS, PANTS]
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
HARRY: Professor?
MAN: Professor.
Yeah.
[DEEP RUMBLING, METALLIC CRANKING]
CROUCH: 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.
CROUCH: And what do you wish to present?
I have names, sir.
There was, uh, Rosier.
Evan Rosier.
Rosier is dead.KARKAROFF: Dead?
Yeah, took a piece of me with him, though, didn't he?
KARKAROFF: I didn't know.
CROUCH: If that is all the witness has to offer--
KARKAROFF: No, no, no.
There was Rookwood! He was a spy.
Augustus Rookwood?
Of the Department of Mysteries?
KARKAROFF: The same.
He passed information to You-Know-Who
from inside the Ministry itself.
Very well.
Council will deliberate.
In the meantime, you will be returned to Azkaban.
No! Wait! Wait, please!
Please, I have more!
What about Snape? Severus Snape?
As the council is very much 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.
KARKAROFF: It's a lie!
Today he is no more a Death Eater than I am.
Snape remains faithful to the Dark Lord!
Silence!
Unless the witness possesses
any genuine name of consequence,
this session is now concluded.
KARKAROFF: Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
I've heard about one more.
CROUCH: What's that?
KARKAROFF: 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!
CROUCH: The name. Give me the wretched name!
KARKAROFF: Barty Crouch...
[GASPS]
...Junior.
[CROWD WHISPERING]
[CROWD CLAMORING]
MAN: Hold him down!
[GRUNTING]
BARTY JUNIOR: Get your filthy hands off me,
you pathetic little men!
Hello, Father.
You are no son of mine.
[YELLS]
[PANTS]
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.
DUMBLEDORE: Have there been others like this dream?
HARRY: 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.
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
KARKAROFF: 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!
[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]
[PLAYING LIVELY MARCH]
[CHANTING IN FRENCH]
Yeah! Yeah!
GROUP [CHANTING]: Diggory! Diggory!
Sonorus!
[MUSIC STOPS, CROWD QUIETS]
Earlier today, Professor Moody placed the Triwizard Cup
deep within the maze.
Only he knows its exact position.
Now, as Mr. Diggory...
[CHEERING]
...and Mr. Potter...
[CHEERING]
...are tied for first position,
they will be the first to enter the maze,
followed by Mr. Krum...
[CHEERING]
Come on!...and Miss Delacour.
Krum! Krum! Krum!
DUMBLEDORE: The first person to touch the cup will be the winner.
[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]
DUMBLEDORE: 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!
[CROWD CHEERING]
Hey, champ.
Good luck.
My boy.See you later, Dad.
DUMBLEDORE: On the count of three.
One--
[CROWD GASPS]
[BAND PLAYING LIVELY MARCH]
[SHRUBBERY RUSTLING]
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[BIRD CHIRPS]
[GASPS]
[LOUD CRUNCHING, RUSTLING]
[PANTS]
[RUSTLING, CREAKING]
[PANTING]
[CLATTERING]
[PANTING]
[SOBS]
[HISSING]
[SCREAMS]
[SCREAM ECHOES]
[PANTING]
[CREAKING]
[BRANCHES RUSTLING]
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[PANTING]
[CREAKING]
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[CREAKING]
Fleur?
Fleur.
Periculum!
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[WIND HOWLING]
[GRUNTING, PANTING]
[KRUM SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY]
CEDRIC: Get down!
[KRUM SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY]
Expelliarmus!
[GRUNTS]
No, don't! Stop!
He's bewitched, Cedric!
Get off me! He's bewitched!
[SHIRT RIPS]
[GRUNTS]
HARRY: Yes.
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[GRUNTS]
[YELLS]
[GRUNTS]
Harry!
Reducto!
[BOTH PANTING HEAVILY]
[WHEEZES, COUGHS]
Tha... Thanks.
No problem.
You know, for a moment there,
I thought you were-- You were gonna let it get me.
For a moment, so did I.
Some game, huh?
Some game.
[BRANCHES CRACKLING]
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
Go!
Go on, take it.
You saved me, take it!
Together.
One, two... Two...
three! three!
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[BOTH PANTING HEAVILY]
You okay?
Yeah. You?
Where are we?
[CROW CAWS]
I've been here before.
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
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?
[DOOR CREAKING OPEN]
[HARRY SHOUTS]
Aagh! Oh!
Harry! What is it?
Get back to the cup! Ah!
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
Who are you? What do you want?
Kill the spare. Avada Kedavra!
No! Cedric!
[GRUNTING]
Do it! Now!
Bone of the father
unwillingly given.
Flesh of the servant...
...willingly sacrificed.
[WORMTAIL SCREAMS]
And blood of the enemy...
Ah!
Agh!
...forcibly taken.
Aaah! Aaagh! Agh!
Agh!
[GRUNTING]
The Dark Lord shall rise...
...again.
[SCREAMING]
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[WIND HOWLING]
[GROANING]
[INHALES DEEPLY]
[BREATHING DEEPLY]
[CHUCKLES]
My wand,
Wormtail.
Hold out your arm.
Master...
Thank you, master.
The other arm, Wormtail.
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
[EERIE HOWLING AND MOANING]
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! [YELLS]
Goyle!
Not even you...
...Lucius.
[SCREAM ECHOES]
[GRUNTS]
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.
[GASPS]
Out of fear,
not loyalty.
Still,
you have proved yourself useful these past few months, Wormtail.
[GASPS]
Thank you, master.
Thank you.
[GRUNTS]
VOLDEMORT: Oh...
[TUTTING]
Such a handsome boy.
HARRY: Don't touch him!
Harry.
Oh, I'd almost forgotten you were here.
Standing on the bones of my father.
[WHISPERS] 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?
[WHISPERS] 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.
[SCREAMING]
Ah!
[SCREAMING]
Yeah.
[LAUGHS]
[YELLS]
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.
[GRUNTS]
That's better.
And now!
No.
Crucio!
[YELLING]
Crucio!
[PANTING]
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!
[GROANING]
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!
[GRUNTS]
He's mine!
[GRUNTS]
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[GROANS]
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: 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!
[GRUNTS]
No!
[GRUNTS]
[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]
[SOBBING]
[BAND PLAYING LIVELY MARCH]
He did it!
[SCREAMS]
DUMBLEDORE: Harry!
[SOBBING]
No! No!
[SOBBING] No, stop!
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.
[QUIETLY] A boy has just been killed.
[CROWD MURMURING]
The body must be moved, Dumbledore.
There are too many people.
Let me through.
Let me through!
[HARRY CONTINUES SOBBING]
Let me through.
That's my son!
That's my boy!
[SOBBING] It's my boy!
[HARRY WAILS]
[SOBBING]
MOODY: Come on. Get up.
Easy, easy! No.
This is not where you want to be right now. Come on.
No.
No!
It's all right. I got you.
[SOBBING AND GRUNTING]
I got you.
Come on. Easy, now.
[AMOS WAILING]
AMOS [SOBBING]: No! No!
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[INHALES SHARPLY]
[SOBS QUIETLY]
[INHALES SHARPLY]
[GASPING]
[SIGHS]
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.
Aah!
What was it like to stand in his presence?
I don't know.
[GRUNTING]
It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams.
Into one of my nightmares.
[GASPS]
[GRUNTING]
[PANTING]
[GRUNTS, WHEEZES]
Were there others?
In the graveyard,
were there others?
[STAMMERS]
I...
I don't...
think I said anything about a graveyard, professor.
[IMITATING HAGRID] "Marvelous creatures, dragons, aren't they?"
Do you think that miserable oaf would've led you into the woods
if I hadn't suggested it?
[BOTTLES CLANKING]
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
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?
Huh?!
[BREATHING UNEVENLY]
Eh?
It was you from the beginning.
You put my name in the Goblet of Fire.
You bewitched Krum, but you--
[MOCKING] "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.
[GROANS]
The blood that runs through these veins
runs within the Dark Lord.
[SIGHS, SPITS]
Imagine how he will reward me when he learns
that I have once and for all...
[GRUNTS]
...silenced the great Harry Potter.
DUMBLEDORE: Expelliarmus!
[GRUNTS]
Severus.
[GASPING]
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!
DUMBLEDORE: You all right, Alastor?
[ECHOING] 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.
[GROANS]
[GRUNTING]
[GRUNTING AND GAGGING]
[SCREAMING]
[WHIRS]
[HACKING AND GAGGING]
[SCREAMING]
[HISSING]
[YELLS]Harry!
No!
Barty Crouch Junior.
I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
Your arm, Harry.
CROUCH JUNIOR: You know what this means, don't you?
He's back.
Lord Voldemort has returned.
[PANTING]
I'm sorry, sir. I couldn't help it.
DUMBLEDORE: 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.
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[OWL HOOTING IN DISTANCE]
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--
Reminds us.
--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.
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[SIGHS]
[LAUGHS QUIETLY]
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, um...
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.
[STUDENTS CHATTERING]
Hermione.
This is for you.
Write to me. Promise.
Bye.
Au revoir,Ron.
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
[CHATTERING]
[CANNON FIRES]
[STUDENTS CHEERING]
[LAUGHING]
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.
Well, I won't. You know I won't.
Harry will, won't you?
Yeah. Every week.
[HARRY & RON CHUCKLE]
[WHINNYING IN DISTANCE]
[WHINNYING]
STUDENTS: Whoa!
[â™ªâ™ªâ™ª]
["MAGIC WORKS" PLAYING]
â™ª And dance â™ª
â™ª Your final dance â™ª
â™ª This is â™ª
â™ª Your final chance â™ª
â™ª To hold â™ª
â™ª The one you love â™ª
â™ª You know you've waited â™ª
â™ª Long enough â™ª
â™ª So believe â™ª
â™ª That magic works â™ª
â™ª Don't be afraid â™ª
â™ª Of being hurt â™ª
â™ª Don't let â™ª
â™ª This magic die â™ª
â™ª The answer's there â™ª
â™ª Oh, just look in her eyes â™ª
â™ª And make â™ª
â™ª Your final move â™ª
â™ª Mm, don't be scared â™ª
â™ª She wants you to â™ª
â™ª Yeah, it's hard â™ª
â™ª You must be brave â™ª
â™ª Mm â™ª
â™ª Don't let this moment â™ª
â™ª Slip away â™ª
â™ª No, believe â™ª
â™ª That magic works â™ª
â™ª Don't be afraid â™ª
â™ª Afraid of being hurt â™ª
â™ª No, don't let â™ª
â™ª This magic die â™ª
â™ª Oh, the answer's there â™ª
â™ª Yeah, just look in her eyes â™ª
â™ª And don't believe That magic can die â™ª
â™ª No, no, no This magic can't die â™ª
â™ª So dance â™ª
â™ª Your final dance â™ª
â™ª 'Cause this is â™ª
â™ª Your final â™ª
â™ª Chance â™ª