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[♪♪♪]

[HISSES]

[WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]

[BIRD CRIES IN DISTANCE]

[♪♪♪]

[BIRD CRIES IN DISTANCE]

WEATHERMAN [OVER RADIO]:

for today...

And now, the area forecast

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.

[♪♪♪]

[BIRD CRIES IN DISTANCE]

[♪♪♪]

MAN [HOARSELY]:

you've become, Wormtail.

How fastidious

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:

my Lord Voldemort.

Oh, no. No, no,

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 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:

Keep up!

Haven't the foggiest.

- MAN: - Arthur!

It's about time,

son.

Sorry, Amos. Some of us had

a bit of a sleepy start.

[YAWNS]

ARTHUR:

everyone.

This is Amos Diggory,

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.

[CHUCKLES]

AMOS:

just over there.

Yes, it's, uh,

- 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:

that manky old boot?

Why are they all standing around

- 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]

[♪♪♪]

[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:

as per usual.

Total shambles,

Thanks.

[FOLK MUSIC PLAYING

[IN DISTANCE]

ARTHUR:

Go on, look at that!

Well, kids, welcome

to the Quidditch World Cup!

[BROOMS WHOOSHING]

ARTHUR:

Keep up, girls!

Stay together!

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.

Cedric.

- FRED: - See you later, Cedric.

Ah.

[CHUCKLES]

Home sweet home.

- HARRY: - What?

ARTHUR: Ah, excellent.

Excellent.

All to the bath.

Girls, choose a bunk

and unpack.

Ron, get out of the kitchen.

We're all hungry.

FRED & GEORGE:

of the kitchen!

Yeah, get out

Feet off the table!

FRED & GEORGE:

Feet off the table!

I love magic.

[♪♪♪]

[CROWD CHEERING]

[FIREWORKS EXPLODING]

VENDOR:

programs here!

Get your Quidditch World Cup

RON:

How far up are we?

Blimey, Dad.

- 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!

[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! 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:

♪ Doo-doo-doo-doo... ♪

[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.

♪ Viktor, I love you ♪

♪ Viktor, I do ♪

ALL:

My heart beats only for you ♪

♪ When we're apart

[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!

Harry!

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.

[♪♪♪]

[HISSING]

WOMAN:

Anything from the trolley?

Anything from the trolley?

- Anything from - the trolley, dears?

RON:

and a...

Packet of Drooble's

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.

[♪♪♪]

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:

settled in and sorted,

Well, now we're all

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.

- Tell them to wait. - Wait.

[NORMAL VOICE]

has been chosen

So... Hogwarts

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.

[♪♪♪]

[GIRLS SIGH]

[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.

[♪♪♪]

[BOYS GRUNT]

[BOYS GRUNT]

[STUDENTS GASP]

[BOYS GRUNT]

- STUDENT [WHISPERS]: - Oh, it's Krum!

Blimey, it's him!

Viktor Krum!

Albus.

Igor.

[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:

Monsieur Hagrid,

But you know,

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:

It's Mad-Eye Moody.

Bloody hell.

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]

[♪♪♪]

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!

Stand.

Give us a curse.

Well... my dad did

tell me about one.

Hm?

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!

[♪♪♪]

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:

Go on. That's it!

Put it in. Do 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?

- [IN UNISON] - Bottoms up.

STUDENTS:

Whoo.

- FRED & GEORGE: - Yes!

[CHEERING]

FRED:

Yeah!

[LAUGHING]

- GEORGE: - Yes!

Ready?

- BOTH: - Yes!

[CHEERING]

Aaaah!

Oof!

[STUDENTS LAUGHING]

You said!

- Oh, right, you want - a piece of me?!

FRED:

tear your ears off!

Get off, or I'll

Come on! Take this!

Come on!

- [CHANTING] - Fight! Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

- FRED: - We're old school, eh?

- GEORGE: - Yeah, but you look older!

[CHANTING STOPS]

[♪♪♪]

[BELL TOLLING]

[STUDENTS CHATTERING]

- DUMBLEDORE: - Sit down.

Please.

Now the moment

you've all been waiting for:

The champion selection.

[♪♪♪]

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]

[♪♪♪]

- [MUTTERS] - Harry Potter.

Harry Potter?

[STUDENTS GASP]

[STUDENTS WHISPERING]

No. No.

No.

Harry Potter!

Go on, Harry.

Harry, for goodness sake.

[♪♪♪]

[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!

- Did you put your name - in the Goblet of Fire?

No, sir.

to do it for you?

You're absolutely sure?

Yes. Yes, sir.

But of course he is lying.

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.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[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 you we 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.

[♪♪♪]

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.

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:

sending Hedwig.

Harry, I couldn't risk

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.

[♪♪♪]

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]

to say again?

What do want me

[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]

you won't do this?

Are you sure

- [WHISPERS] - Do it.

HERMIONE:

told by Parvati that...

Dean was...

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!

[♪♪♪]

HAGRID:

cloak, like I asked ya?

Did you bring your father's

HARRY:

Where are we going?

Yeah, I brought the cloak.

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]

Là, 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?

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.

Like the badge?

[SNICKERS]

Excuse me.

[GROUP LAUGHING]

[STUDENTS CHATTERING]

BOY 1:

Oi, look. Harry.

Oh, what's that say?

- 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 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?

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...

scummy...

Professor Moody!

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?

Is that a threat?!

Professor!

I could tell you stories

about your father

that would curl

even your greasy hair, boy!

Alastor!

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]

[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...

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! Diggory!

Diggory! Diggory!

[♪♪♪]

DUMBLEDORE [OVER SPEAKER]:

have now faced their dragons,

Three of our champions

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!

[♪♪♪]

Oooh.

Oh, my God.

- HARRY: - Whoa!

Yeah!

- Well done, - dragon!

[♪♪♪]

[GASPS]

[GROWLING]

[SCREECHES]

[SCREAMS]

[GRUNTS]

[PANTING]

[ROARS]

[GRUNTS]

[GASPING]

Ah!

[SCREECHES]

[ROARS]

[SNARLING]

Aah!

Aah!

[♪♪♪]

[YELLING]

[SCREAMING]

[ROARING FADES]

Yes! Yes!

[♪♪♪]

[CHEERING AND WHOOPING]

GIRL:

Yeah, Harry!

Yes, Harry!

- Knew you wouldn't die, - Harry.

Lose a leg.

- 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:

go back to your knitting.

All right, everyone,

- 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]

[♪♪♪]

[WHISPERING]

- BOTH: - Hi, Harry.

[WHISPERS]

at you.

Cho, Harry's looking

[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.

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...

- 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.

One, two, three.

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...

[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.

- 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.

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]:

the good ones will have gone."

"Get a move on or all

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]

[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]

[♪♪♪]

[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]

- 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.

[♪♪♪]

[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:

looking at them from behind.

I've always liked

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?

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.

[♪♪♪]

This way. This way.

Come along.

She looks beautiful!

Yeah, she does.

[♪♪♪]

[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?

[ORCHESTRA PLAYING

[STATELY WALTZ]

[APPLAUSE]

[PURRING]

[APPLAUSE]

[HUMMING ALONG TO WALTZ]

[SHUDDERS]

[APPLAUSE]

- MAN: - Are you ready?!

[SCREAMING]

- ♪ Move your body - Like a hairy troll ♪

♪ Learning to rock and roll ♪

♪ Spin around like a crazy elf ♪

♪ Dancing by himself ♪

♪ Boogie down like a unicorn ♪

♪ No stopping

Till the break of dawn ♪

♪ Now put your

Hands up in the air ♪

♪ Like an ogre

Who just don't care ♪

♪ Oh, can you dance

Like a Hippogriff? ♪

♪ Mama-ma mama-ma mama-ma ♪

- Ruddy pumpkinhead, - isn't he?

♪ Flying off from the cliff

Mama-ma mama-ma mama-ma ♪

I don't think it was the books

- that had him going - to the library.

♪ Swooping down to the ground

Mama-ma mama-ma mama-ma ♪

May I have your arm?

Leg.

I'm yours.

♪ Around and around ♪

♪ Mama-ma mama-ma mama-ma ♪

[SONG ENDS, APPLAUSE]

["THIS IS THE NIGHT" PLAYING]

- ♪ I gotta - Get to grips, I... ♪

♪ I don't wanna feel

Like this, I... ♪

♪ Your voice

Keeps haunting me... ♪

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.

♪ ...from the highest mountain

Just to call your name ♪

- ♪ The moon throws down - Its light ♪

- ♪ And cuts me - To the quick tonight ♪

♪ Change is in the air

And nothing will ever... ♪

Are you going to ask me

to dance or not?

No.

- ♪ Ooh, but you're - No good for me ♪

♪ I close my eyes ♪

♪ And then squeeze you

From my consciousness ♪

- 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]

♪ No, don't let ♪

♪ This magic die ♪

♪ Oh, the answer's there ♪

[TOLLING]

[CAWING]

[CAWING]

[CAWING]

[GRUNTING]

[♪♪♪]

[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.

[♪♪♪]

[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.

How...?

How are you?

Spectacular.

- Look, I realize - I never really

- thanked you properly - for tipping me off

about those dragons.

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.

[♪♪♪]

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:

♪ Come seek us ♪

♪ Where our voices sound ♪

♪ We cannot sing

Above the ground ♪

♪ An hour long

You'll have to look ♪

♪ To recover what we took ♪

[COUGHING]

[MIMICS COUGHING]

Myrtle...

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:

the skull session.

Hate to break up

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!

- Come on, step up, mates! - Don't be shy.

Three lads.

Four go down.

Don't be so mean.

Any bets?

- You're sure about this, - Neville?

Absolutely.

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?

[♪♪♪]

[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.

After that,

they'll be on their own.

No magic will save them.

You may begin...

...at the sound of the cannon.

[CROWD CHEERING]

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING]

[♪♪♪]

- What's the matter - with him?

- I don't know, - I can't see him.

Oh, my God.

I've killed Harry Potter!

[♪♪♪]

- SEAMUS: - Yeah!

What?

[ETHEREAL VOICE SINGING

[IN DISTANCE]

[ETHEREAL SINGING CONTINUES]

[WHOOSHING NOISE]

[GARBLED SQUEALING]

Oh!

[DISTORTED WAIL]

[GRUNTS]

[WAILS]

[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]

[♪♪♪]

[WAILS]

[MERMAID WAILS]

[WAILS]

[WAILS]

[SHRIEKS]

[WAILS]

[SHRIEKS]

[♪♪♪]

[WAILS]

[MERMAID SHRIEKS]

But she's my friend too!

[GROWLS]

Only one!

[SHRIEKS]

[MERMAIDS SHRIEK]

[GROWLS]

[GASPS]

[♪♪♪]

[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!

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!

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.

- BOY: - Boo!

Yes!

[GRUNTS]

Right on.

It's great.

Blimey, even when you

go wrong, it turns out right.

- Yeah, well done, - Moral Fiber.

Congratulations, Potter.

Fine achievement.

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'm mad.

[♪♪♪]

- 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: - ♪ Hogwarts, Hogwarts ♪

[HERMIONE JOINS IN]

♪ Hoggy Warty Hogwarts ♪

♪ Teach us something, please ♪

[GRUNTING]

[SINGING CONTINUES

[INDISTINCTLY]

[♪♪♪]

- HARRY: - Mr. Crouch?

DUMBLEDORE:

And he won't be the last.

A man has died here, Fudge.

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:

does what is right,

A true leader

- 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]

[♪♪♪]

[CAWS QUIETLY]

Ah!

[LICORICE SNAPS SQUEALING]

[GRUNTING]

[LOW RUMBLING]

[GEARS CLICKING]

[♪♪♪]

[SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING FADES]

[GRUNTS, PANTS]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

- HARRY: - Professor?

- MAN: - Professor.

Yeah.

[DEEP RUMBLING,

[METALLIC CRANKING]

CROUCH:

you have been brought

Igor Karkaroff,

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.

- Yeah, took a piece of me - with him, though, didn't he?

- KARKAROFF: - I didn't know.

CROUCH:

the witness has to offer...

If that is all

- 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?

- 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 wretched name!

The name. Give me

- 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:

like this dream?

Have there been others

- 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.

[♪♪♪]

- 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!

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!

Krum! Krum!

Krum!

DUMBLEDORE:

the cup will be the winner.

The first person to touch

[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.

- DUMBLEDORE: - On the count of three.

One...

[CROWD GASPS]

[BAND PLAYING LIVELY MARCH]

[SHRUBBERY RUSTLING]

[♪♪♪]

[BIRD CHIRPS]

[GASPS]

[LOUD CRUNCHING, RUSTLING]

[PANTS]

[RUSTLING, CREAKING]

[PANTING]

[CLATTERING]

[PANTING]

[SOBS]

[HISSING]

[SCREAMS]

[SCREAM ECHOES]

[PANTING]

[CREAKING]

[BRANCHES RUSTLING]

[♪♪♪]

[PANTING]

[CREAKING]

[♪♪♪]

[CREAKING]

Fleur?

Fleur.

Periculum!

[♪♪♪]

[WIND HOWLING]

[GRUNTING, PANTING]

- [KRUM SHOUTS - INDISTINCTLY]

- CEDRIC: - Get down!

Get down!

[KRUM SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY]

Expelliarmus!

[GRUNTS]

No, don't! Stop!

He's bewitched, Cedric!

Get off me!

[SHIRT RIPS]

[GRUNTS]

- HARRY: - Yes.

[♪♪♪]

[GRUNTS]

[YELLS]

[GRUNTS]

Harry!

Harry!

Harry!

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]

[♪♪♪]

Go!

Go on, take it.

You saved me, take it!

Together.

One, two...

three!

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[BOTH PANTING HEAVILY]

You okay?

Yeah. You?

Where are we?

[CROW CAWS]

I've been here before.

[♪♪♪]

It's a Portkey.

- Harry, - the cup is a Portkey.

I've been here before...

in a dream.

Cedric!

We have to get back

to the cup. Now!

What are you talking about?

[DOOR CREAKING OPEN]

[HARRY SHOUTS]

Aagh! Oh!

Harry! What is it?

Get back to the cup! Ah!

[♪♪♪]

- Who are you? - What do you want?

Kill the spare.

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]

[♪♪♪]

[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!

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!

Do nothing!

He's mine to finish!

[GRUNTS]

He's mine!

[GRUNTS]

[♪♪♪]

[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!

Harry!

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!

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!

[♪♪♪]

[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?

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]

dragons, aren't they?"

"Marvelous creatures,

Do you think that miserable oaf

would've led you into the woods

if I hadn't suggested it?

[BOTTLES CLANKING]

[♪♪♪]

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?

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]

No!

Barty Crouch Junior.

- I'll show you mine - if you show me yours.

Your arm, Harry.

CROUCH JUNIOR:

don't you?

You know what this means,

He's back.

Lord Voldemort has returned.

[PANTING]

- I'm sorry, sir. - I couldn't help it.

DUMBLEDORE:

I think they'll find

Send an owl to Azkaban.

they're missing a prisoner.

I'll be welcomed back

like a hero.

Perhaps. Personally, I've never

had much time for heroes.

[♪♪♪]

[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.

[♪♪♪]

[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.

[♪♪♪]

[CHATTERING]

[CANNON FIRES]

[STUDENTS CHEERING]

[LAUGHING]

Do you think we'll ever just

have a quiet year at Hogwarts?

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!

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

["MAGIC WORKS" PLAYING]

♪ And dance ♪

♪ Your final dance ♪

♪ This is ♪

♪ Your final chance ♪

♪ To hold ♪

♪ The one you love ♪

♪ You know you've waited ♪

♪ Long enough ♪

♪ So believe ♪

♪ That magic works ♪

♪ Don't be afraid ♪

♪ Of being hurt ♪

♪ Don't let ♪

♪ This magic die ♪

♪ The answer's there ♪

♪ Oh, just look in her eyes ♪

♪ And make ♪

♪ Your final move ♪

♪ Mm, don't be scared ♪

♪ She wants you to ♪

♪ Yeah, it's hard ♪

♪ You must be brave ♪

♪ Mm ♪

♪ Don't let this moment ♪

♪ Slip away ♪

♪ No, believe ♪

♪ That magic works ♪

♪ Don't be afraid ♪

♪ Afraid of being hurt ♪

♪ No, don't let ♪

♪ This magic die ♪

♪ Oh, the answer's there ♪

♪ Yeah, just look in her eyes ♪

♪ And don't believe

That magic can die ♪

♪ No, no, no

This magic can't die ♪

♪ So dance ♪

♪ Your final dance ♪

♪ 'Cause this is ♪

♪ Your final ♪

♪ Chance ♪