Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Albus Dumbledore:
Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy.

Albus Dumbledore:
This year Hogwarts will play host to a legendary event: the Triwizard Tournament. During which time a single student gets to represent his or her school in a series of magical contests. Eternal glory awaits the student who wins the tournament.

Albus Dumbledore:
Harry, did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?

Harry Potter:
No sir!

Albus Dumbledore:
Did you ask one of the older students to do it for you?

Harry Potter:
No sir.

Albus Dumbledore:
Are you absolutely sure?

Harry Potter:
Yes sir.

Malfoy:
Why so tense, Potter? My father and I have a bet, you 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!

Hermione Granger:
Harry.

Harry Potter:
Ah.

Hermione Granger:
Harry! You alright?

Harry Potter:
Hermione! Bad dream. When did you get here?

Hermione Granger:
Just now, you?

Harry Potter:
Last night.

Hermione Granger:
Wake up! Wake up, Ronald!

Ron Weasley:
Bloody hell!

Hermione Granger:
Honestly get dressed! And don't go back to sleep. Come on, Ron! Your mother says breakfast is ready.

Harry Potter:
Ron, where are we actually going?

Ron Weasley:
Don’t know. Hey, Dad! Where are we going?

Arthur Weasley:
Haven’t the foggiest!

Ron Weasley:
[walking to the Top Box] Blimey, Dad! How far up are we?

Lucius Malfoy:
[standing below them] Well, put it this way; If it rains, you’ll be the first to know.

Draco Malfoy:
Father and I are in the Minister's box. A personal invitation from Cornelius Fudge himself!

Lucius Malfoy:
Don't boast, Draco. [nudges him with his stick] There is no need with these people. [to Harry] Do enjoy yourself won't you? While you can.

Ginny:
[pointing at a particularly showy Quidditch player] Who is that?

Fred/George:
That, sis, is the best seeker in the world!

Everyone:
KRUM!!!

["Professor Moody"'s first lesson]

Barty Crouch Jr.:
(as Mad-Eye) Alastor Moody. [Writes "his" name on the board] Ex-Auror... Ministry malcontent... and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story, good-bye, the end. Any questions? [No one raises their hand] When it comes to the Dark Arts, I believe in a practical approach. But first, who can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?

Hermione:
Three, sir.

Crouch (as Mad-Eye):
[Writes "Unforgiveable" on a blackboard] And they are so named?

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

Crouch (as Mad-Eye):
[finishing her sentence] 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! [Seamus takes some gum out and puts it under his desk] You need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the under-side of your desk, MR. FINNIGAN!

Seamus Finnigan:
[Whispering] No way. The old codger can see out the back of his head.

Crouch (as Mad-Eye):
[Throws the piece of chalk at Seamus] AND HEAR ACROSS CLASSROOMS! So, which curse shall we see first? WEASLEY!

Ron:
[scared out of his wits] Yes?

Crouch (as Mad-Eye):
Stand! Give us a curse.

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

Crouch (as Mad-Eye):
Oh, yeah. Your father would know all about that. Gave the Ministry a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why.

[Crouch has just finished his Imperius Curse demonstration on an enlarged spider by sending it flying around the classroom]

Crouch (as Mad-Eye):
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. [Students begin to raise their hands] Up, come on. [Neville slowly raises his hand] Longbottom, is it? [Neville lowers his hand and stands up] Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for Herbology.

Neville:
[Nervously] There's the, um, the Cruciatus Curse.

Crouch (as Mad-Eye):
Correct! Correct! Come, come. [the spider comes back] Particularly nasty. The torture curse. [Aims his wand at the spider] Crucio!

[The spider makes a terrifying squealing sound, seriously bothering Neville, who is watching it up close]

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

Crouch (as Mad-Eye):
[Releases the spider from the curse; Walks over and places the spider on Hermione's desk] Perhaps you could give us the last Unforgivable curse, Miss Granger. [Hermione shakes her head] No? [Points his wand at the spider] Avada Kedavra! [The spider falls, unmarked but dead. Harry is watching from a desk across.] The Killing Curse. [looks at Harry] Only one person is known to have survived it...and he's sitting in this room.

Olympe Maxime:
It's wrong, I tell you!

Igor Karkaroff:
You French tart! Everything is a conspiracy theory with you!

Albus Dumbledore:
Quiet! I can't think!

Karkaroff:
Everything is a conspiracy theory!

Maxime:
I protest!

Dumbledore:
Harry!

Maxime:
I protest!

Dumbledore:
Harry. [Grabs him] Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?

Harry:
No, sir!

Dumbledore:
Did you ask one of the older students to do it for you?

Harry:
No, sir!

Dumbledore:
You're absolutely sure?

Harry:
Yes. Yes, sir.

Maxime:
But of course he is lying!

Barty Crouch Jr. (as Mad-Eye 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.

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

Crouch (as Mad-Eye):
[threateningly] It was once my job to think as dark wizards do, Karkaroff. Perhaps you remember.

Dumbledore:
[enraged, walking between them] This doesn't help, Alastor! [to Barty Sr.] Leave this to you, Barty.

Barty Crouch, Sr.:
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.

Minerva McGonagall:
This can't go on, Albus. First the Dark Mark, now this?

Dumbledore:
What do you suggest, Minerva?

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

Dumbledore:
You heard Barty. The rules are clear.

McGonagall:
Well, the devil with Barty - and his rules. And since when did you accommodate the Ministry?

Severus 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.

McGonagall:
What? 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?

Crouch (as Mad-Eye):
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.

[Rita Skeeter is interviewing Harry in a broom cupboard]

Rita Skeeter:
This is cozy.

Harry:
It's a broom cupboard.

Rita:
You should feel right at home then. [Forces Harry to a lower part of the cupboard] Don't mind if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill, do you?

Harry:
Oh. Uh, no.

Rita:
So tell me, Harry. Here you sit, a mere boy of twelve--

Harry:
I'm fourteen. Sorry.

Rita:
About to compete against three students, not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself, but to have mastered spells you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. Concerned?

Harry:
I-I don't know. I haven't really thought about it. [looks at the quill, which is writing on its own]

Rita:
Just ignore the quill. Then, of course, you're no ordinary boy of twelve, are you?

Harry:
[miffed] Fourteen.

Rita:
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:
I didn't enter.

Rita:
Of course you didn't. Everyone loves a rebel, Harry. [To the quill] Scratch that last. [the quill obeys] Speaking of your parents, were they alive, how do you think they'd feel? Proud? Or concerned that your attitude shows, at best a pathological need for attention, at worst a psychotic death wish?

Harry:
[looks at the quill's notes] Hey! My eyes aren't "glistening with the ghosts of my past"!

Harry:
Sirius. How–?

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

Harry:
No!

Sirius:
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 don't know.

Sirius:
You didn't hear a name?

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

Sirius:
And what was that?

Harry:
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?

Sirius:
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.

Harry:
What are you saying?

Sirius:
I'm saying the devils are inside the walls. Igor Karkaroff? He was a Death Eater and no one, not 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:
I haven't a clue who put your name in that goblet, Harry, but whoever did is no friend to you. People die in this tournament.

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

Sirius:
You don't have a choice.

Harry:
Someone's coming.

Sirius:
Keep your friends close, Harry.

[Hermione is delivering a message from Ron to Harry, since neither of them are speaking to each other]

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

Harry:
Is that right? Well... You can tell him... Wait... What?

Hermione:
[Goes back to Ron, talks to him quietly for a few seconds, then walks back] Dean was told by Parvati that... that... Please don't ask me to say it again! Hagrid is looking for you. [starts to walk away]

Harry:
Well you can tell Ronald–

Hermione:
[furiously] I'M NOT AN OWL!

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

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

Draco:
Pathetic?! [angrily draws his wand]

Crouch (as Mad-Eye):
OH NO, YOU DON'T, SONNY! [Transfigures Draco into a ferret] I'll teach you to curse someone when their back is turned! [Proceeds to flick the ferret up and down] You stinking...cowardly...scummy...back-shooting--

McGonagall:
Professor Moody! Wha-what are you doing?!

Crouch (as Mad-Eye):
Teaching.

McGonagall:
[shocked] Is that a... Is that a student?!

Crouch (as Mad-Eye):
Technically, it's a ferret. [Proceeds to dump the ferret down Crabbe's trousers]

Goyle:
Stand still! Stand still! [Attempts to remove the ferret from Crabbe's trousers, only to be bitten]

[Crouch turns around and winks at Harry, who is laughing gleefully. The ferret crawls out of Crabbe's trousers, and McGonagall turns Draco back into his normal human self]

Draco:
[Getting up] My father will hear about this!

Crouch (as Mad-Eye):
Is that a threat?

[Draco turns and runs]

McGonnagall:
Professor Moody--

Crouch (as Mad-Eye):
IS THAT A THREAT?!

McGonnagall:
Professor--

Crouch (as Mad-Eye):
I CAN TELL YOU STORIES ABOUT YOUR FATHER THAT WILL CURL EVEN YOUR GREASY HAIR, BOY!

McGonnagall:
Alastor!

Crouch (as Mad-Eye):
IT DOESN'T END HERE!

McGonagall:
Alastor. [Moody listens] We never use Transfiguration as a punishment! Surely, Dumbledore told you that?

Crouch (as Mad-Eye):
He might've mentioned it.

McGonagall:
Well, you will do well to remember it. [She turns around, before gesturing a group of students gathered nearby to leave] Away!

[As McGonagall walks away, Crouch sticks his tongue out at her, behind her back]

Crouch (as Mad-Eye):
You. Come with me.

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

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

Ron:
Well, I'm the not only who thought you'd done it. Everyone was saying it behind your back.

[Harry glares around the room; the others sheepishly avoid his eyes.]

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

Ron:
Least I warned you about the dragons.

Harry:
Hagrid warned me about the dragons.

Ron:
No, no, no. I did. No, don't you remember? I told Hermione to tell you that Seamus told me that Parvati told Dean that Hagrid was looking for you, Seamus never actually told me anything, so it was really me all along. I thought we'd be all right, you know, after you'd figured that out.

Harry:
[confused] ...Who? Who could possibly figure that out? That's completely mental.

Ron:
Yeah. Isn't it? I suppose I was a bit distraught.

Hermione:
[sadly] Boys.

McGonagall:
The house of Godric Gryffindor has been a beacon in the wizarding world for nearly ten centuries, and I will not have you besmirching it in one night by acting like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons.

George/Fred:
[to each other] Try saying that five times fast. [together] Babbling, bumbling band of baboons! Babbling, bumbling band of baboons! Babbling... [Both walk off screen]

McGonagall:
[About the Yule Ball] Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers, longing to burst forth and take flight.

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

[McGonagall is teaching the group how to dance by dancing with Ron]

Harry:
[To Fred and George]] Oi! [They lean in to him] You're never gonna let him forget this, are you?

Both:
[smug smirks on their faces] Never.

[Ron and Harry are dressed up for the Yule Ball; Harry has on much more flattering robes whilst Ron's are hideous.]

Ron:
What are those?! What are those?!

Harry:
My dress robes.

Ron:
Well, they'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. [sniffs clothing in armpit area] I smell like my Great Aunt Tessie! [They look in the mirror] Murder me, Harry.

Parvati:
[Looking at Hermione] She looks beautiful!

Harry:
[Looking at Cho] Yeah, she does... Wha– [Turns around and sees Hermione coming down the stairs. Noticing how beautiful she really looks, he smiles gently, agreeing with Parvati]

Dumstrang Boy:
[To Parvati] May I have your arm?

Parvati:
[looks back at Harry then says to the boy] Arm? Leg? I'm yours! [goes to dance with him]

[Hermione is Krum's date at the Yule Ball; Ron is clearly jealous]

Ron:
[about Krum] 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? Is that what you think?

Ron:
Yeah, that’s what I think!

Hermione:
[on the verge of tears] You know the solution then, don’t you?

Ron:
Go on.

Hermione:
Next time there’s a ball, pluck up the courage and ask me before somebody else does, and not as a last resort!

Ron:
Well... that-that-that... that’s just completely off the point. [sees Harry approaching] Harry.

Hermione:
Where have you been? Never mind. Off to bed, both of you!

Ron:
They get scary when they get older.

Hermione:
Ron, you spoiled EVERYTHING!! [Breaks down in tears on the stairs]

[Hermione and Harry are talking about the egg from the first task]

Harry:
I suppose Viktor's already figured it out.

Hermione:
[catching on his meaning] 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.

[They both start laughing at this Freudian slip]

Hermione:
[desperately trying to recover] I just mean he's not particularly loquacious. [Harry looks at her in amusement] Mostly, he watches me study. It's a bit annoying, actually.

[Harry had just eaten the Gillyweed and is developing finned feet and hands and gills underwater. On the docks, Neville, Dean and Seamus are watching what is happening underwater]

Seamus:
What's the matter with him?

Dean:
I don't know. I can't see him.

Neville[horrified]:
Oh my God! I've killed Harry Potter!

[Harry was given a towel to dry up, when Fleur and her sister, Gabrielle, both rush up to him]

Fleur Delacour:
You saved her, even though she was not yours to save. My little sister. Thank you! [kisses Harry on both cheeks before turning to Ron] And you, you helped.

Ron:
Yeah, yeah, a bit. [Fleur kisses Ron on both cheeks as well before checking on her little sister] Merci.

[Harry has just finished the second task and Hermione has given him her blanket. Harry had rescued Fleur's little sister]

Hermione:
Personally, I believe you behaved admirably.

Harry:
I finished last, Hermione.

[Hermione kisses him on the head]

Hermione:
Next to last. Fleur never got past "ze Grindylows."

[Harry is in a memory of Dumbledore's using the pensieve]

Bartemius Crouch Sr.:
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?

Igor Karkaroff:
I do, sir.

Bartemius Crouch Sr.:
And what do you wish to present?

Igor Karkaroff:
I have names, sir. There was a Rosier, Evan Rosier.

Bartemius Crouch Sr.:
Mr. Rosier is dead.

Igor Karkaroff:
Dead?

Alastor Moody:
[to Dumbledore] Yeah, he took a piece of me with him, though, didn't he?

Igor Karkaroff:
I didn't know.

Bartemius Crouch Sr.:
If that is all the witness has to offer...

Igor Karkaroff:
No! No! There was Rookwood, he was a spy.

Bartemius Crouch Sr.:
Augustus Rookwood? Of the Department of Mysteries?

Igor Karkaroff:
Ya ya, the same. He passed information to You-Know-Who from inside the Ministry itself.

Bartemius Crouch Sr.:
Very well, the council will deliberate. In the meantime you will return to Azkaban.

Igor Karkaroff:
NO! WAIT! WAIT! PLEASE! PLEASE!. I have more! What about Snape, Severus Snape?

Dumbledore:
The council is very much aware of given evidence to this matter. Severus Snape was indeed a Death Eater, and prior to Lord Voldemort's downfall turned spy for us at great personal risk. Today he's no more a Death Eater than I am.

Igor Karkaroff:
[with demented fury] It's a lie! Severus Snape remains faithful to the Dark Lord!

Bartemius Crouch Sr.:
Silence! Unless the witness possesses any genuine name of consequence, this session is now concluded.

Igor Karkaroff:
Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I heard about one more.

Bartemius Crouch Sr.:
What's that?

Igor Karkaroff:
The name...

Bartemius Crouch Sr.:
Yes?

Igor Karkaroff:
I know for a fact that this person took part in the capture, and by means of the Cruciatus curse, torture of the Auror Frank Longbottom and his wife...

[Barty Crouch Jr. stands up and starts to leave]

Bartemius Crouch Sr.:
The name. Give me the wretched name!

Igor Karkaroff:
Barty Crouch! [Rita Skeeter gasps, pause] Junior.

[Barty Crouch Jr. tries to escape, but is stunned by Alastor Moody, and courtroom officials restrain him]

Barty Crouch Jr.:
Get your filthy hands off of me, you pathetic little men! [He is brought before his father] Hello, father. [flicks his tongue]

Bartemius Crouch Sr.:
[visibly hurt] You are no son of mine.

[Barty Crouch Jr. licks his lips, then screams with rage. He lunges at his father, only to be held back.]

Harry Potter:
[To Ron] I didn't put my name in that cup. I don't want eternal glory. I just want to be– Look. I don't know what happened tonight and I don't know why. It just did. Okay?

Harry Potter:
[To Ron] You're a right foul git, you know that?

Harry Potter:
[To Draco] I don't give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy! He's vile, and cruel– and you're just pathetic.

Harry Potter:
[On attempting to ask girls out] Why do they have to travel in packs? And how are you supposed to get one alone long enough to ask them?

Harry Potter:
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.

Harry Potter:
Cedric, we have to get back to the cup, now!

Harry Potter:
[Watching Cedric getting killed] NO! CEDRIC!

Harry Potter:
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!

Harry Potter:
[To Barty Crouch Jr. disguised as Mad-Eye Moody] It was you from the beginning. You put my name in the Goblet of Fire. You bewitched Krum but–

Ron Weasley:
Bloody hell.

Ron Weasley:
Loads. According to dad. It's what worried them so much. Happened right under their noses.

Ron Weasley:
Murder me, Harry.

Ron Weasley:
[bitterly] That's me. Ron Weasley, Harry Potter's stupid friend.

Ron Weasley:
Piss off.

Ron Weasley:
This is mad. At this rate, we'll be the only ones in our year without dates.

Hermione Granger:
[To Harry] Go on, Harry. Harry, for goodness sake.

Hermione Granger:
[To Harry] I'm not an owl!

Hermione Granger:
[Reading a blurb on a copy of the Daily Prophet; miffed] 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 bon-bon Viktor Krum. No word yet on how Harry Potter's taking this latest emotional blow."

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

Hermione Granger:
[To Ron] Next time there's a ball, pluck up the courage and ask me before somebody else does! And not as a last resort!

Hermione Granger:
[Ron Weasley: They get scary when get older.] Ron, you spoiled everything!!

Lord Voldemort:
How fastidious you've become, Wormtail. As I recall, you once called the nearest gutter pipe home. Could it be that the task of nursing me has become wearisome enough for you?

Lord 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!

Lord Voldemort:
Harry, at last!

Lord Voldemort:
Kill the spare.

Lord Voldemort:
The other arm, Wormtail.

Lord Voldemort:
[The Death Eaters appear] 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. [He unmasks the Death Eaters one by one and as he does they fall to their knees] Crabbe! Macnair! Goyle! Not even you, Lucius. [He pulls off Lucius' mask who falls to his knees]

Lord Voldemort:
Harry. Oh, I'd almost forgotten you were here. Standing on the bones of my father. 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 thirteen years ago? Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers? Yes, shall I? It was love. You see, when dear, sweet Lily Potter gave her life for her only son, she provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch him. It was old magic. Something I should have foreseen. But no matter, no matter. Things have changed. I CAN TOUCH YOU NOW! [He places his finger on Harry's forehead lightning bolt scar, and Harry immediately screams out in agony, to Voldemort's cruel delight] Astonishing what a few drops of your blood will do, eh, Harry?

Lord Voldemort:
(as he roughly releases the scythe) Pick up your wand, Potter! I said, pick it up! Get up! Get up! (Harry gets his wand) You've been taught how to duel, I presume, yes? First, we bow to each other. (he bows, Harry does not) Come on now, Harry. The niceties must be observed. Dumbledore wouldn't want you to forget your manners, would he? I said, BOW! (uses a curse to make Harry bow) That's better, and now: Crucio! (Harry writhes on the grass in pain) Crucio! (the curse goes away) Attaboy, Harry! Your parents would be proud. Especially your filthy Muggle mother!

Lord Voldemort:
I'm going to kill you, Harry Potter. I'm going to destroy you. (leans down to meet Harry's eyes) 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! (Harry groans)

Lord Voldemort:
(as he fires the Killing Curse at the tombstone; shouting) 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!

Lord Voldemort:
[To the onlooking Death Eaters during Priori Incantatem] Do nothing! He's mine to finish!

Albus Dumbledore:
I keep looking for some mistake, some sign, some clue as to why these terrible things are happening, but everytime I get close to an answer, IT SLIPS AWAY, it's maddening.

Albus Dumbledore:
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.

Albus 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 no do so lightly. If chosen, there's no turning back. As from this moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun.

Albus Dumbledore:
Excellent! We now have three champions. But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist the chalice of champions this vessel of victory The Triwizard Cup!

Albus Dumbledore:
[Enters the tent of the First Task] Welcome today, champions. Now you've waited, you've wondered, and finally, the moment has arrived. A moment only four of you can fully appreciate. [notices that it's Hermione whose shoulders he has his arm around] What are you doing here, Miss Granger?

Albus Dumbledore:
[In the great hall speaking to the staff and students; his eulogy for Cedric] 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. [getting up] 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, that while we may come from different places, and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one. In light of recent events, the bonds of friendship we made this year will be more important than ever! You remember that, and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain. You remember that, and we will celebrate a boy who was kind and honest and fair and true, right to the very end.

Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody:
Alastor Moody. Ex-Auror, Ministry malcontent, and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions?

Alastor "Mad-Eye" 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.) It was once my job to think as dark wizards do, Karkaroff, perhaps you remember.

Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody:
That's a Foe-Glass. Let's me keep an eye on my enemies. If I can see the whites of their eyes, they're standing right behind me.

Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody:
Wouldn't even bother telling you what's in there. You wouldn't believe it if I did.

Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody:
Marvelous creatures, dragons, aren't they?

Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody:
BARTEMIUS... not trying lure Potter into one of your summer internships, are we? Last boy that went in the Department of Mysteries never came out.

Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody:
[to Harry, about Voldemort] What was it like? What was like to stand in his presence?

Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody:
You won because I made it so Potter. You ended up in that graveyard tonight because it was meant to be so. And now the deed is done. The blood that runs through these veins…runs within the Dark Lord.

Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody:
Imagine how he will reward me when he learns that I have once and for all silenced the great Harry Potter.

Sirius Black:
"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, at one o’ clock this Saturday night. And make sure you're alone. Sirius. PS: the bird bites."

Sirius Black:
Look Harry, the death eaters at the world cup, your name rising from that goblet, these aren't just coincidences, Hogwarts isn't safe anymore.

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

Sirius Black:
If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.

Hogwarts student #1:
He's a cheat!

Hogwarts student #2:
He's not even 17 yet!

Barty Crouch, Sr.:
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.

Myrtle:
I was circling a blocked drain the other day. I could swear I saw a bit of Polyjuice Potion. (flirtily) Not being a bad boy again, are you, Harry?

Wormtail:
Bone of the father, unwillingly given. (puts the Riddle bone in the cauldron) Flesh of the servant... willingly sacrificed. (screams in agony as he cuts off his own hand) Blood of the enemy... (as he cuts Harry's sleeve and draws blood as Harry screams in pain) forcibly taken. The Dark Lord shall rise again. (adds Harry's blood to the cauldron; it boils and Harry screams)

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!

Seamus:
[as "Alastor (Mad-Eye) Moody" drinks his flask; curiously] What's that he's drinkin', do you suppose?

Harry:
I don't know, but I don't think it's Pumpkin Juice.

[Ron and Hermione are walking down the stairs]

Ron:
Brilliant, isn't he! Completely demented of course. Terrifying to be in the same room with, he's really BEEN there, ya know?

Hermione:
There's a reason those curses are unforgivable, and to perform them in a classroom. I mean did you see Neville's face?

[Neville is on the stairs facing the window]

Hermione:
Neville?

["Mad-Eye" approaches Neville and pats him on the shoulder]

Crouch Jr. (as Mad-Eye):
Son. You alright?

[Neville nods]

Crouch Jr. (as Mad-Eye):
Come on, we'll have a cup of tea. I want to show you something.

George:
Thank you, thank you. Well, lads, we've done it.

Fred:
Cooked it up just this morning.

Hermione:
[sing-song] It's not going to work.

Fred:
Oh yeah? And why's that, Granger?

Hermione:
[indicating a magical line drawn around the base of the goblet] You see this? 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 dimwitted as an aging potion.

George:
Ah, but that’s why it's so brilliant.

Fred:
Because it’s so pathetically dimwitted!

[the twins shake up the bottles and prepare to drink the contents]

George:
Ready, Fred?

Fred:
Ready, George.

Fred and George:
Bottoms up.

[They jump inside the age line, and cheer. They put their names in the flame and high-five. The flame fires up and they're flung across the room onto the floor. When they get up they have full heads of grey hair and beards]

George:
You said…

Fred:
You said…

[They roll around fighting on the floor and the crowd cheer. The room suddenly becomes silent as Viktor Krum walks in and puts his name in the flame. He looks at Hermione and she smiles]

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.

Snape:
A rather rare herb, gillyweed. Not something found in your everyday garden. Nor is this. [He faces Harry and holds up a small bottle of a clear liquid] Know what it is?

Harry:
Bubble juice, sir?

Snape:
Veritaserum. Three drops of this and the Dark Lord himself would spill his darkest secrets. The use of it in 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.

Harry:
I haven't stolen anything.

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! [in some broadcast versions shown, Snape is seen closing the door on Harry after saying "Boomslang skin, lacewing flies?"]

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

Ron Weasley:
[after failing to ask out Fleur Delacour] 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.

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

Albus Dumbledore:
Please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress, Madame Maxime. And now our friends from the north. Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their high master, Igor Karkaroff.

Albus Dumbledore:
Welcome to the second task. Last night, something was stolen from each of our champions. A treasure of sorts. These four treasures, one for each champion, now lie on the bottom of the Black Lake. In order to win, each champion need only find their treasure and return to the surface. Simple enough, except for this: They will have but one hour to do so, and one hour only. After that, they'll be on their own. No magic will save them. You may begin at the sound of the cannon.