Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (film)

2005 British-American fantasy film directed by Mike Newell

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire is a 2005 film directed by Mike Newell and starring Daniel Radcliffe as Harry Potter, Rupert Grint as Ron Weasley, and Emma Watson as Hermione Granger, based on the book of the same title by J.K. Rowling.

Directed by Mike Newell. Screenplay by Steve Kloves, based on the book of the same name by J.K. Rowling.

Harry Potter edit

  • [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?
  • [To Draco] I don't give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy! He's vile, and cruel– and you're just pathetic.
  • [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?
  • [talking to Dumbledore about his dream of seeing Voldemort and Barty Crouch Jr.] 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.
  • 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 was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams… into one of my nightmares.

Ron Weasley edit

  • This is mad. At this rate, we'll be the only ones in our year without dates. Well, us and Neville.
  • [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 edit

  • So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dim witted as an Aging Potion.
  • [To Harry, angrily] I'm not an owl!
  • [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."
  • I won't be going alone, because believe it or not, someone's asked me! And I said yes!
  • [To Ron, breaking down in tears] Next time there's a ball, pluck up the courage and ask me before somebody else does! And not as a last resort!

Lord Voldemort edit

  • 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?
  • 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!
  • [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! Gah, Macnair! Goyle! Not even you, Lucius. [He pulls off Lucius' mask who falls to his knees]
  • 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?
  • [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!
  • 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]
  • [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!

Albus Dumbledore edit

  • Dark and difficult times lie ahead. Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • 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!
  • [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?
  • 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.
  • [In the great hall speaking to the staff and students; his eulogy speech for Cedric Diggory] 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. [gets 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 edit

  • 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?
  • 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 evilly]

[the chest is thumping] Wouldn't even bother telling you what's in there. You wouldn't believe it if I did.

Sirius Black edit

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

Others edit

  • Amos Diggory: Merlin's beard! You must be Harry Potter!
  • Hogwarts students: [after Harry's name emerges from the Goblet of Fire] He's a cheat! 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.
  • 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.
  • 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... (cuts Harry's sleeve open and draws blood from his arm as Harry screams in pain) forcibly taken. The Dark Lord shall rise again. (adds Harry's blood to the cauldron)

Dialogue edit

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?
Wormtail: Oh, no. No, no, my Lord Voldemort. I only meant…perhaps, if we were to do it without the boy.
Voldemort: No! The boy is everything! It cannot be done without him. And it will be done. Exactly as I said.
Barty Crouch Jr.: I will not disappoint you, my Lord.

Hermione: Harry! Are you alright?
Harry: [puts on his glasses] Hermione, bad dream. When did you get here?
Hermione: Just now, you?
Harry: Last night.
Hermione: Wake up! Wake up, Ronald!
Ron: [wakes up, startled] Bloody hell.
Hermione: Honestly, get dressed. And don't go back to sleep. Come on, Ron! Your mother says breakfast's ready.

Ron: [Walking to the Top Box] Blimey, Dad! How far up are we?
Lucius: [Standing below them] 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. A personal invitation from Cornelius Fudge himself!
Lucius: 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!!!

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.

["Professor Moody"'s first lesson]
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 Jr. (as Mad-Eye): [Writes "Unforgivable" on a blackboard] And they are so named?
Hermione: Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them will...
Crouch Jr. (as Mad-Eye): [finishing her sentence and writing "Azkaban" on the board] 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 Jr. (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 Jr. (as Mad-Eye): Stand! Give us a curse.
Ron: Well, my dad did tell me about one. The Imperius Curse.
Crouch Jr. (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 Jr. has just finished his Imperius Curse demonstration on an enlarged spider by sending it flying around the classroom]
Crouch Jr. (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 Jr. (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 Jr. (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!
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): 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 Jr. (as Mad-Eye): [threateningly] It was once my job to think as dark wizards do, Karkaroff. Perhaps you remember.
Dumbledore: [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.

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?
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 Jr. (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. [uses his wand to extract the memory of Harry's name on the piece of note paper and flicks it into the Pensieve]

[Harry finds and talks with Sirius in the Gryffindor common room fireplace]
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, no one stops being a Death Eater. Then there's Barty Crouch, heart of stone, sent his own son to Azkaban.
Harry: Do you think one of them put my name in the goblet?
Sirius: 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 Ron-
Hermione: [angrily] I'M NOT AN OWL!

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. [leaps from the tree] He disagrees. He thinks you won't last five! [laughs]
Harry: [enraged] I don't give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy! [grabs him] He's vile, and cruel... and you're just pathetic. [Starts to walk away]
Malfoy: Pathetic?! [angrily draws his wand]
Crouch Jr. (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: [running towards "Moody"] Professor Moody! Wha-what are you doing?!
Crouch Jr. (as Mad-Eye): Teaching.
McGonagall: [shocked] Is that a... Is that a student?!
Crouch Jr. (as Mad-Eye): Technically, it's a ferret. [Proceeds to dump the ferret down Crabbe's trousers, to the delight of Cedric and some other students - Harry included!]
Crabbe: No! [Whimpers as the ferret slips down his trousers]
Goyle: Stand still! Stand still! [Attempts to remove the ferret from Crabbe's trousers, only to be bitten]
[Crouch Jr. turns around and winks at Harry, who is laughing gleefully. The ferret crawls out of Crabbe's trousers, and McGonagall turns Draco back into human form]
Malfoy: [Getting up] My father will hear about this!
Crouch Jr. (as Mad-Eye): Is that a threat?
[Draco turns and runs]
McGonagall: Professor Moody--
Crouch Jr. (as Mad-Eye): IS THAT A THREAT?!
McGonagall: Professor--
Crouch Jr. (as Mad-Eye): I CAN TELL YOU STORIES ABOUT YOUR FATHER THAT WILL CURL EVEN YOUR GREASY HAIR, BOY!
McGonagall: Alastor!
Crouch Jr. (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 Jr. (as Mad-Eye): [sulkily] 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 Jr. sticks his tongue out at her, behind her back]
Crouch Jr. (as Mad-Eye): [to Harry] You. Come with me.

[Harry wins The First Task, and he and Ron decide to be friends again]

Ron: I reckon you'd have to be barking mad to put your name in the Goblet of Fire.
Harry: [Coldly] Caught on, have you? Took you long enough.
Ron: Well, I'm not the only one 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: [sarcastically] 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; shaking her head] Boys.

McGonagall: The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the Wizarding World for nearly ten centuries, and I will not have you, in the course of a single evening, besmirching that name by behaving 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. 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: Harry?! 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...[Turns around and sees Hermione coming down the stairs. Noticing how beautiful she really looks, he smiles gently, agreeing with Parvati]

Karkaroff’s Aide: [To Parvati] May I have your arm?
Parvati: [looks back at Harry then says to the aide] Arm? Leg? I'm yours! [goes to dance with him]

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.

[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? What? That's 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: [sounding like an angry, nagging mother] 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 with his back to the lake]: 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: Well, yeah, a bit. [Fleur kisses Ron on both cheeks as well before checking on her little sister] Merci.

[Harry is in a memory of Dumbledore's using the pensieve]
Barty 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.
Barty Crouch Sr.: And what do you wish to present?
Igor Karkaroff: I have names, sir. There was a Rosier, Evan Rosier.
Barty Crouch Sr.: Mr. Rosier is dead.
Igor Karkaroff: [incredulously] Dead?
Alastor Moody: [to Dumbledore] Yeah, he took a piece of me with him, though, didn't he?
Igor Karkaroff: I didn't know.
Barty Crouch Sr.: If that is all the witness has to offer...
Igor Karkaroff: No! No! No! There was Rookwood, he was a spy.
Barty 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.
Barty Crouch Sr.: Very well, the council will deliberate. In the meantime, you will be returned to Azkaban.
Igor Karkaroff: NO! WAIT! WAIT! PLEASE! PLEASE! I have more! What about Snape, Severus Snape?
Dumbledore: 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. 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!
Barty Crouch Sr.: [hitting his desk with a skull paperweight] 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.
Barty Crouch Sr.: What's that?
Igor Karkaroff: The name...
Barty 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]
Barty 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]
Barty 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.]

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!

Voldemort: [to the Death Eaters] Welcome, my friends. Thirteen years it's been, and yet, here you stand as if it were only yesterday. I confess myself... disappointed. Not one of you tried to find me. [angrily starts ripping off their masks] Crabbe! Gah, MacNair! Goyle! Not even you, Lucius.
Lucius Malfoy: My Lord, had I detected any sign; a whisper of your whereabouts –
Voldemort: Oh, there were signs, my slippery friend, and more than whispers!
Lucius Malfoy: I assure you, my Lord, I have never renounced the old ways! The face I have been obliged to present each day since your... absence – that is my true mask.

James Potter’s Spirit: 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’s Spirit: Harry. Take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my father.
Lily Potter’s Spirit: Let go. Sweetheart, you're ready. Let go... LET GO!
[The connection breaks, Harry runs over to Cedric's body and summons the cup over to them. In an instant, they port out. Voldemort looks angry.]
Voldemort: NAAAAAAAGGGH!!!!

Cornelius Fudge: For God's sake, Dumbledore, what happened?!
Harry: [crying over Cedric's body] He's back! He's back! Voldemort's back! Cedric, he asked me to bring his body back. I couldn't leave him... not there!
Dumbledore: It's all right, Harry...it's all right. He's home, you both are.
Cornelius Fudge: [rushing over to Snape and McGonagall] Keep everybody in their seats. A boy’s just been killed. The body must be moved, Dumbledore. There are too many people.
Amos Diggory: [Pushing his way frantically through the crowd, with Arthur Weasley following] Let me through. LET ME THROUGH! Let me through, THAT'S MY SON! [starts bawling] THAT'S MY BOY! [pushes Harry's hands away and leans over Cedric's body, sobbing hysterically] MY BOY!!!!
[The crowd is heartbroken and shocked. Cho starts sobbing.]
Barty Crouch Jr. (as Mad-Eye): [Pulling a sobbing Harry away from Cedric] Come on! Get up! Easy! Easy! This is not where you want to be right now. Come on.
[As Harry is pulled out of the field, Amos is hysterical. Dumbledore restrains him while Arthur tries to comfort him]
Amos Diggory: [devastated] No, no... NOOOOOO!!! [continues bawling and screaming]

Barty Crouch Jr. (as Mad-Eye): Where there others? In the graveyard, where there others?
Harry:Um, I… I don't think I said anything about a graveyard, professor.
Barty Crouch Jr. (as Mad-Eye): [mocking Hagrid] "Marvelous creatures, Dragons, aren't they?"
[angrily searching through bottles for ingredients to make more Polyjuice Potion] Do you think that miserable oaf would've sent you into the woods if I hadn't suggested it? Do you think Cedric Diggory would've told you to open the egg underwater if I hadn't told him first myself? Do you think Neville Longbottom, the witless wonder'’, could've provided you with Gillyweed if I hadn't given him the book that led him straight to it? HUH?! [points to his head with finger, as if to say, "Use your brain"]
Harry: It was you from the beginning. You put my name into the Goblet of Fire. You bewitched Krum. But-
Barty Crouch Jr. (as Mad-Eye): [Mocking] "Bu-bu-bu-bu". 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. [Grabs Harry's bleeding arm] The blood that runs in your veins runs within the Dark Lord! Imagine how he will reward me when he learns that I have once and for all silenced the great… Harry Potter.
Dumbledore: EXPELLIARMUS! [bursts the door open and enters the office, along with McGonagall and Snape, and grabs hold of him] Severus! [Snape pours the Veritaserum potion in his mouth] That's it, take it. Do you know who I am?
Barty Crouch Jr. (as Mad-Eye): Albus Dumbledore.
Dumbledore: Are you Alastor Moody?! ARE YOU?!
Barty Crouch Jr. (as Mad-Eye): No.
Dumbledore: Is he in this room? [repeats the question] Is he in this room?! ["Moody" motions with his head/mechanical eye towards the chest] [orders Harry to move away from the chest] Harry, away from there!
[Snape points his wand at the chest and it opens up; The four look inside and see the real Moody down below]
Dumbledore: You alright, Alastor?
Moody: I'm sorry, Albus.
Harry: That's Moody, but then who's-?
Snape: [opens "Moody"'s flask and sniffs it] Polyjuice Potion.
Dumbledore: Now we know who's been stealing from your stores, Severus. [Snape shoots Harry a dirty look] We'll get you up in a minute.
[Barty Crouch Jr. is revealed to have been impersonating Moody]
Dumbledore: Barty Crouch Jr.
Barty Crouch Jr.: I'll show you mine if you show me yours. [reveals the Death-Eater symbol on his wrist]
Dumbledore: Your arm, Harry. [shows the scar on Harry's wrist, where Wormtail took his blood to revive Voldemort, is shown]
Barty Crouch Jr.: You know what this means, don't you? He's back. Lord Voldemort has returned.
Harry: I’m sorry, sir. I couldn’t help it.
Dumbledore: [To Snape] Send an owl to Azkaban. I think they'll find they're missing a prisoner.
Barty Crouch Jr.: [Smugly] I'll be welcomed back like a hero!
Dumbledore: Perhaps. Personally, I've never had much time for heroes.

[last lines]
[the students of Hogwarts say their goodbyes to the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang schools as they prepare to return home, while Harry, Ron, and Hermione watch from the side]
Ron: Do you think we'll ever just have a quiet year at Hogwarts?
Harry and Hermione: No!
Ron: Yeah, I didn't think so. Oh well, what's life without a few dragons?
Hermione: Everything's going to change now, isn't it?
Harry: Yes.
Hermione: Promise you'll write this summer, both of you.
Ron: Oh, I won't. You know I won't.
Hermione: Harry will, won't you?
Harry: [sarcastically] Yeah, every week.
[smiling, arm in arm, the three friends hurry outside to see off the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang schools]

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  • Dark and Difficult Times Lie Ahead
  • "Difficult times lie ahead, Harry."
  • Everything Will Change

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