Peter Pettigrew: SPOILER: Bone of the father, unwillingly given. Peter Pettigrew: Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed. Peter Pettigrew: Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken. Peter Pettigrew: The Dark Lord shall rise again!
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Barty Crouch Junior: You know what this means, don't you? He's back. Lord Voldemort has returned.
Neville: Oh my god! I've killed Harry Potter!
Ron: Merci...
Ron: Ruddy pumpkin head, isn't he?
Ron: There's no one like Krum! He's like a bird the way he rides the wind! He's more than an athlete! He's an artist. Ginny: I think you're in love, Ron. Ron: Shut up! George: Victor, I love you! Fred: Victor, I do! George, Fred, Harry: When we're apart my heart beats only for you!
Hermione: Victor's gone to get drinks. Would you care to join us? Ron: No, we would not care to join you and *Victor*. Hermione: What's got your wand in a knot? Ron: He's from Durmstrang! You're fraternizing with the enemy! Hermione: The enemy? Who was it wanting his autograph? Besides the whole point of the tournament is international magical cooperation. To make friends! Ron: I think he's got a bit more than friendship on his mind. He's using you. Hermione: How dare you! Besides, I can take care of myself! Ron: Doubt it. He's way too old. Hermione: What? That's what you think? Ron: Yeah, that's what I think. Hermione: You know the solution, then, don't you? Ron: Go on. Hermione: Next time there's a ball pluck up the courage to ask me before someone else does! And not as a last resort! Ron: Well... that... that's completely off the point...
Professor McGonagall: The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizarding world for nearly ten centuries. I will not have you, in the course of a single evening, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons! Fred: Try saying that five times fast. George: Babbling, bumbling band of baboons. Fred: Babbling, bumbling band of baboons.
Ron: Blimey, Dad! How far up are we? Lucius Malfoy: Well, put it this way. If it rains, you'll be the first to know. Malfoy: Father and I are in the minister's box. By personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself. Lucius Malfoy: Don't boast, Draco. Lucius Malfoy: Do enjoy yourself, won't you? While you can.
Harry: Why do they have to travel in packs? And how are you supposed to get one on their own to ask them? Ron: Blimey, Harry. You've slayed dragons. If you can't get a date, who can? Harry: I think I'd take the dragon now.
Peter Pettigrew: SPOILER: Bone of the father, unwillingly given. Peter Pettigrew: Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed. Peter Pettigrew: Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken. Peter Pettigrew: The Dark Lord shall rise again!
Hermione: It's not going to work. Fred: Oh yeah? George: Why's that, Granger? Hermione: You see this? Hermione: This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself. Fred: So? Hermione: So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dim witted as an ageing potion. Fred: Ah, but that's why it's so brilliant! George: Because it's so pathetically dim witted.
James Potter: Harry! When the connection is broken you MUST get to the Portkey. We can linger for a moment to give you some time but only a moment. Do you understand? Cedric Diggory: Harry. Take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my father. Lily Potter: Let go. Sweetheart, you're ready. Let go... LET GO!
Rita Skeeter: This is cozy. Harry: It's a broom cupboard. Rita Skeeter: Well you should feel right at home, then.
Hermione: Harry! Are you alright? You must be freezing! Personally, I think you behaved admirably. Harry: I finished last, Hermione. Hermione: Next to last. Fleur never got past 'ze grindylows'!
Ron: Why do you think she won't tell us who she's going to the ball with? Harry: 'Cause she knows we'd take the mickey out of her if she did.
Ron: Brilliant, isn't he? Completely demented, of course. Terrifying to be in the same room with him. But he's really been there, you know? He's looked evil in the eye! Hermione: There's a reason those curses are unforgivable.
Professor Moody: What was it like? What was he like? Harry: Who? Professor Moody: The Dark Lord. What was it like to stand in his presence? Harry: ...I dunno... It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams. Into one of my nightmares. Professor Moody: Were there others? In the graveyard, were there others? Harry: ...I don't think I said anything about a graveyard, Professor.
Rita Skeeter: So tell me, Harry. Here you sit, a mere boy of 12... Harry: - I'm 14... Rita Skeeter: - about to compete against three students who are not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself, but who've mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. Concerned? Harry: I dunno, I haven't really thought about it... Rita Skeeter: Because you're no ordinary boy of 12 are you? Harry: 14. Rita Skeeter: Your story's legend. Do you think it was the trauma of your past that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament? Harry: No, I didn't enter. Rita Skeeter: Of course you didn't. Rita Skeeter: Everyone loves a rebel, Harry. Speaking of your parents, were they alive, how do you think they'd feel? Proud? Or concerned that your attitude shows, at best, a pathological need for attention? The worst psychotic death wish. Harry: Hey, my eyes aren't glistening with the ghosts of my past!
Ron: What are those? Harry: My dress robes... Ron: Well, those're all right! No lace, no dodgy little collar... Harry: Well, I expect yours are more traditional... Ron: Traditional? They're ancient! I look like my great aunt Tessie! Ron: I smell like my great Aunt Tessie!
Hermione: Harry? Is that you? Harry: Yeah. Hermione: How are you feeling? Ok? The key is to concentrate. After that, you just have to... Harry: Battle a dragon. Hermione: Rita Skeeter: Young love! How... stirring. If everything goes unfortunately today, you two may even make the front page! Viktor Krum: You have no business here! This tent is for champions, and friends. Rita Skeeter: No matter. We got what we wanted.
Voldemort: Awww, tsk, tsk, tsk... Voldemort: Such a handsome boy. Harry: Don't touch him! Voldemort: Harry! I'd almost forgotten you were here. Voldemort: Standing on the bones of my father. I'd introduce you, but rumor has it you're almost as famous as me these days.
Harry: 'Come seek us where our voices sound'. Hermione: The Black Lake, that's obvious. Harry: 'An hour long you'll have to look'. Hermione: Again, obvious. Though admittedly potentially problematic... Harry: Potentially problematic? When was the last time you held your breath underwater for an hour, Hermione?
Hermione: This is horrible! How can the ministry not know who conjured it? Wasn't there any security? Ron: Loads, according to Dad. That's what worries them so much. It happened right under their noses.
Peter Pettigrew: Bone of the father, unwillingly given. Peter Pettigrew: Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed. Peter Pettigrew: Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken. Peter Pettigrew: The Dark Lord shall rise again!
Barty Crouch Junior: I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
Ron Weasley: Blimey, Dad! How far up are we? Lucius Malfoy: Well, put it this way. If it rains, you'll be the first to know. Draco Malfoy: Father and I are in the minister's box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself! Lucius Malfoy: Don't boast, Draco. There's no need with these people. Lucius Malfoy: Do enjoy yourself, won't you? While you can.
Dumbledore: Send a message to Azkaban. I think they'll find they're missing a prisoner. Barty Crouch Junior: I'll be welcomed back like a hero! Dumbledore: Perhaps. Personally, I've never had much time for heroes.
