Bloody kids.
How fastidious you have 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 for you?
Oh, no. No, no, my Lord Voldemort.
I only meant...
perhaps if we were to do it
without the boy. No!
The boy is everything!
It cannot be done without him.
And it will be done.
Exactly as I said.
I will not disappoint you, my Lord.
Good.
First, gather our old comrades.
Send them a sign.
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!
Harry.
Harry!
Are you alright?
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 is ready!
Ron, where are we actually going? Don't know.
Hey, Dad.
Where are we going? Have not the foggiest.
Keep up!
Arthur!
It's about time, son.
Sorry Amos.
Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start.
This is Amos Diggory everyone.
Works with me at the Ministry.
And this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?
Yes sir.
This way.
Merlin's beard!
You must be Harry Potter.
Yes, sir.
Great, great pleasure.
Pleasure to meet you too, sir.
Yes it's just... just over there.
Shall we? Oh, yeah.
Just, we don't want to be late.
Come on. Nearly there now.
Get yourself into a good position.
Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?
That isn't just any manky old boot, mate. It's a Portkey.
Time to go!
What's a Portkey?
Ready! After three.
One.
Two. Harry!
Three!
Let go, kids!
What?! Let go!
I will bet that cleared your sinuses?
Total shambles, as per usual. Thanks.
Go on, look at that!
Well kids.
Welcome to the Quidditch World Cup!
Stay together!
Keep up, girls!
Look!
Come on! Keep up, girls!
Blimey!
Parting of the ways, I think old chap.
See you at the match. See you at the match.
Cedric. Ced, come on.
See you later, Cedric.
Home sweet home.
What?
Excellent, excellent. Ginny, look!
All to the bath. Look.
Girls, choose a bunk and unpack.
Ron, get out of the kitchen. We are all hungry.
Yeah, get out of the kitchen, Ron! Feet off the table!
Feet off the table!
I love magic.
Get your Quidditch World Cup programs here!
Blimey Dad. How far up are we?
Well, put it this way.
If it rains...
you will be the first to know.
Father and I are in the minister's box...
by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself.
Don't boast, Draco.
There is no need with these people.
Do enjoy yourself, won't you?
While you can.
Come on up.
Take your seats.
I told you these seats would be worth waiting for.
Come on!
It's the irish! There is Troy!
And Mullet! And Moran!
Ireland! ireland! ireland!
Here come the Bulgarians! Yes!
Who is that?
That sis, is the best Seeker in the world.
Krum! Krum! Krum!
Krum!
Yes!
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!
Krum! Krum! Krum!
There is no one like Krum.
Krum? Dumb Krum?
He is like a bird, the way he rides the wind.
He is more than an athlete. Dumb Krum.
He is an artist.
I think you are in love, Ron. Shut up.
♪ Viktor, I love you ♪
♪ Viktor I do ♪
♪ When we are apart ♪ ♪ My heart beats only for you ♪
Sounds like the irish have got their pride on.
Stop! Stop it!
It's not the irish.
We have got to get out of here. Now!
Get out, it's the Death Eaters!
Get back to the Portkey, everybody, and stick together!
Fred, George!
Ginny is your responsibility. Go!
Harry!
Keep up, you lot! Harry!
Morsmordre!
Harry!
Where are you?
Harry!
We have been looking for you for ages!
Thought we lost you, mate.
What is that?
Stupefy!
Stop!
That's my son!
Ron, Harry, Hermione, you alright? We came back for Harry.
Which of you conjured it?
Crouch, you can't possi... Do not lie!
You have been discovered at the scene of the crime.
Crime? Barty!
They are just kids.
What crime?
It's the Dark Mark, Harry. It's his mark.
Voldemort.
Those people tonight,
in the masks,
they are his too, are not they? His followers?
Yeah.
Death Eaters.
Follow me.
There was a man, before.
There!
All of you, this way!
A man Harry?
Who?
I don't know.
I didn't see his face.
Anything from the trolley?
Anything from the trolley, dears?
Packet of Drooble's and a Licorice Wand.
On second thought, just the Drooble's.
It's alright, I will get it. Just the Drooble's.
Thanks.
Two Pumpkin Pasties, please.
Thank you.
Anything sweet for you, dear?
Oh, no, I am not hungry. Thank you.
Anything from the trolley?
This is horrible.
How can the Ministry not know who conjured it?
Was not 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 am fine.
You know Sirius will want to hear about this...
what you saw at the World Cup and the dream.
Hedwig.
There we go.
Clear the runway!
Well, there is something you don't see every day.
Well, now we are all settled in and sorted,
I would like to make an announcement.
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...
Yes, what is it?
What is it?
Tell them to wait. Tell them to wait. Wait.
So...
Hogwarts has been chosen,
to host,
a legendary event.
The Triwizard Tournament.
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...
and their headmistress,
Madame Maxime.
Bloody hell.
Blimey. That's one big woman.
And now our friends from the north.
Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang,
and their high master, Igor Karkaroff.
Oh, it's Krum!
Blimey, it's him!
Viktor Krum!
Albus.
Igor.
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.
But you know, Monsieur Hagrid...
they drink only single-malt whiskey.
You idiot!
Your attention, please!
I would 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.
Wicked. Wicked.
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.
Bloody hell.
It's Mad-Eye Moody.
Alastor Moody?
The Auror? Auror?
Dark-wizard catcher.
Half the cells in Azkaban are filled thanks to him.
He is supposed to be mad as a hatter, though these days.
My dear old friend,
thanks for coming. Stupid ceiling.
Thank you.
What's that he is drinking, do you suppose?
I don't know, but I don't think it's pumpkin juice.
After due consideration...
the Ministry has concluded that, for their own safety
no student under the age of 17,
shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament.
This decision is final. That's rubbish!
You don't know what you are doing!
Silence!
They are not too happy about that, then.
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 is no turning back.
As from this moment,
the Triwizard Tournament has begun.
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.
The Ministry says you are too young to see what these curses do.
I say different!
You need to know what you are 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!
Oh no way.
The old codger can see out the back of his head.
And hear across classrooms!
So,
which curse shall we see first?
Weasley! Yes?
Stand.
Give us a curse.
Well,
my... my dad did tell me about one.
The Imperius Curse.
Oh, yeah,
your father would know all about that.
Gave the Ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago.
Perhaps this will show you why.
Hello.
Lovely little beauty.
Engorgio.
Imperio!
Don't worry. It's completely harmless.
If she bites...
she is lethal.
What are you laughing at?
Get off!
Talented, isn't she?
What should I have her do next? Jump out the window?
Drown herself?
Scores of witches and wizards...
have claimed that they only
did You-Know-Who is bidding...
under the influence of the Imperius Curse.
But here is 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.
There is the...
The Cruciatus Curse.
Correct, correct.
Come, come.
Particularly nasty.
The torture curse.
Crucio!
Stop it!
Can't you see it's bothering him?
Stop it!
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 is sitting in this room.
Brilliant, isn't he?
Completely demented of course,
terrifying to be in the same room with...
but he is really been there, you know?
He is looked evil in the eye.
There is a reason those curses are unforgivable.
To perform them in a classroom.
I mean, did you see Neville's face?
Neville?
Son?
You alright?
Come on. We will have a cup of tea.
I want to show you something.
We are gonna be late!
Come on, Cedric. Put it in!
Eternal glory. Be brilliant, would not it?
Three years from now, when we are old enough to be chosen.
Yeah, rather you than me.
Yes!
Thank you, thank you.
Well, lads, we have done it. Cooked it up just this morning.
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?
So...
a genius like Dumbledore could not possibly be fooled
by a dodge as pathetically dimwitted as an Aging Potion.
But that's why it's so brilliant. Because it's so pathetically dimwitted.
Ready, Fred? Ready, George.
Bottoms up. Bottoms up.
Yes! Yes!
Yeah!
Yes!
Ready?
Yes! Yes!
You said! You said!
Oh, right, you want a piece of me?
I will tear your ears off!
Now you are making me laugh. Take this! Come on!
Fight! Fight! Fight!
We are old school, right?
Yeah, but you look older!
Sit down.
Please.
Now the moment you have all been waiting for.
The champion selection.
The Durmstrang champion is...
Viktor Krum.
The champion for Beauxbatons...
is Fleur Delacour.
The Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory!
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!
Harry Potter.
Harry Potter?
No.
Harry Potter!
Go on, Harry.
Harry, for goodness sake.
He is a cheat!
He is not even 17 yet!
It's wrong! Wait!
It's wrong I tell you!
You French tart.
Everything is a conspiracy theory with you! Ah, it's amazing with you, gentlemen!
Quiet! I can't think!
Everything is a conspiracy theory with you!
I protest. I protest. Harry!
Harry! Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?
No sir.
Did you ask one of the older students to do it for you?
No, sir.
You are absolutely sure? Yes. Yes, sir.
But of course he is lying. The hell he is!
The Goblet of Fire is an exceptionally powerful magical object.
Only an exceptionally powerful Confundus Charm could have hoodwinked it.
Magic way beyond the talents of a fourth year.
You seem to have given this a fair bit of thought, Mad-Eye.
It was once my job to think as dark wizards do Karkaroff perhaps you remember.
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.
This can't go on, Albus.
First the Dark Mark.
Now this?
What do you suggest, Minerva?
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.
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.
Ok?
You are 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...
Look,
I don't know what happened tonight, and I don't know why.
It just did.
Ok?
Piss off.
What a charismatic quartet.
Hello.
I am Rita Skeeter.
I write for the Daily Prophet.
But of course you know that, don't you?
It's you we don't know.
You are 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 & I want to know.
Not to mention my rabid readers.
So, who is feeling up to sharing?
Shall we start with the youngest? Lovely.
This is cozy.
It's a broom cupboard.
You should feel right at home, then.
Don't mind if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill, do you?
No.
So tell me, Harry.
Here you sit,
a mere boy of 12...
I am 14. Sorry.
About to compete against three students...
not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself...
but who have mastered spells that
you would not attempt in your dizziest daydreams.
Concerned?
I-I don't know. I have not really
thought about it.
Just ignore the quill.
Then of course, you are no ordinary boy of 12, are you?
Fourteen. Your story is legend.
Do you think it was the trauma of your past...
that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament?
No, I didn't enter.
Of course you didn't.
Everyone loves a rebel Harry.
Scratch that last.
Speaking of your parents were they alive,
how do you think they would feel?
Proud?
Or concerned...
that your attitude shows,
at best a pathological need for attention...
at worst, a psychotic death wish?
Hey,
my eyes are not glistening with the ghosts of my past.
Harry,
I could not risk sending Hedwig.
Even since the World Cup,
the Ministry is been intercepting more and more owls.
She is too easily recognized.
We need to talk Harry,
face to face.
Meet me in the Gryffindor common room,
1 o'clock this Saturday night.
And make sure you are alone.
Sirius.
P.S..
The bird bites.
Sirius?
Harry Potter, age 12...
suspect entrant in the Triwizard Tournament.
His eyes swimming with the ghosts of his past...
and choking back tears...
Sirius.
How...?
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?
No!
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...
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 am 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 is Barty Crouch.
Heart of stone. Sent his own son to Azkaban.
You think one of them put my name in the goblet?
I have not a clue who put your name in that goblet Harry
but whoever did is no friend to you.
People die in this tournament.
I am not ready for this, Sirius.
You don't have a choice.
Someone is coming. Keep your friends close, Harry.
Who were you talking to?
What? Who says I was talking to anyone?
I heard voices.
Maybe you are imagining things.
Would not be the first time.
You are probably just practicing for your next interview, I expect.
Amazing.
Amazing! Neville.
You are doing it again.
Right, sorry.
Magical Water Plants of the Highland Lochs?
Moody gave it to me.
That day we had tea.
It's already been through enough people.
Why don't you just go and talk to him yourself?
Ron, this is your problem, not mine.
What do you want me to say again?
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, you...
What?
Are you sure you won't do this? Do it.
Dean was...
told by Parvati that...
Please don't ask me to say it again.
Hagrid is looking for you.
Well, you can tell Ronald... I am not an owl!
Did you bring your father's cloak, like I asked you?
Yeah, I brought the cloak. Hagrid, where are we going?
You will 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.
Hagrid?
The cloak! Put the cloak on!
Bonsoir, Olympe.
Oh, Hagrid.
I thought perhaps you were not coming.
I thought perhaps you had...
forgotten me.
Could not forget you, Olympe.
What is it you wanted to show me?
When we spoke earlier,
you sounded so...
exhilarated.
You will be glad you came.
Trust me.
That's wonderful.
Can we get closer?
Dragons?
That's the first task?
You are joking. Come on, Harry.
These are seriously misunderstood creatures.
Oh, crikey!
Although,
I have to admit, that Horntail is a right nasty piece of work.
Poor Ron nearly fainted just seeing him, you know.
Ron was here?
Oh, sure.
His brother Charlie helped...
to bring him over from Romania.
Didn't Ron tell you that?
No, he didn't.
He didn't tell me a thing.
You cheat, Potter.
You stink, Potter.
Good luck, Potter. Potter stinks!
Cedric rules. Thanks.
Like the badge?
Excuse me.
Harry.
Hey! Read the badge, Potter! Can I have a word?
Alright.
You stink, Potter! Potter, you stink!
Harry Potter smells!
Dragons.
That's the first task.
They have got one for each of us.
Come on Ced!
Are you serious?
And...
Fleur and Krum, do they... Yes.
Come on Ced, leave him.
Right. He is not worth it.
Read the badges Potter! Hey listen.
About the badges.
I have asked them not to wear them, but... Don't worry about it.
It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly.
It just happens a fair bit.
You have to admit though, fire is pretty fascinating.
You are a right foul git, you know that?
You think so? I know so.
Anything else?
Yeah. Stay away from me.
Fine.
There is Potter. Cheat. Why so tense, Potter?
My father and I have a bet, you see.
I don't think you are 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.
He is vile and cruel.
And you are just pathetic.
Pathetic?
Oh no you don't sonny!
I will teach you to curse someone when their back is turned!
You stinking,
cowardly, scummy...
Professor Moody! Back-shooting...
What are you doing?
Teaching.
Is that a... Is that a student?
Technically, it's a ferret.
Stand still! Stand still!
My father will hear about this! Is that a threat?
Professor Moody! Is that a threat?
Professor!
I could tell you stories about your father
that would curl even your greasy hair, boy!
Alastor! It doesn't end here!
Alastor.
We never use transfiguration as a punishment!
Surely Dumbledore told you that.
He might have mentioned it.
Well, you will do well to remember it.
Away!
You. Come with me.
That's a Foe-Glass.
Lets me keep an eye on my enemies.
If I can see the whites of their eyes,
they are standing right behind me.
Would not even bother telling you what's in there.
You would not believe it if I did.
Now...
what are you going to do about your dragon?
Well, you know, I just thought I...
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 is as much a fairy princess
as I am.
As for Krum,
his head may be filled with sawdust...
but Karkaroff is is not.
They will have a strategy.
And you can bet,
that it will play to Krum's strengths.
Come on, Potter.
What are your strengths?
I don't know.
Well, I can fly. I mean, I am a fair flyer. But I...
Better than fair, the way I heard it.
But I am not allowed a broom.
You are allowed...
a wand.
Bets! Place your bets!
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?
Ten Fleur. Yes sir?
Ten to 1 for Fleur. There you go.
Thank you very much.
Your attention please.
This is a great day for all of us.
Each of the three tasks
involves very considerable danger.
Please keep your seats at all times.
This will minimize any risks you may be exposed to.
Harry?
Is that you? Yeah.
How are you feeling?
Ok?
The key is to concentrate.
After that, you just have to...
Battle a dragon.
Young love.
How...
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.
No matter.
We have got what we wanted.
Good day, champions.
Gather round, please.
Now, you have waited,
you have wondered and at last the moment has arrived.
A moment only four of you can fully appreciate.
What are you doing here, Miss Granger?
Sorry I will just... go.
Barty, the bag.
Champions, in a circle around me.
Miss Delacour, over here.
Mr. Krum.
And, Potter, Mr. Potter,
over here. That's right. Now...
Miss Delacour, if you will.
The Welsh Green.
Mr. Krum.
The Chinese Fireball.
The Swedish Short-Snout.
Which leaves...
The Horntail. What's that, boy?
Nothing.
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,
but each egg contains a clue
without which you cannot hope to proceed to the next task.
Any questions?
Very well.
Good luck champions.
Mr. Diggory, at the sound of the cannon, you may...
Diggory! Diggory! Diggory!
Three of our champions have now faced their dragons,
and so each one of them will proceed to the next task.
And now our fourth and final contestant.
Harry! Harry! Harry!
Your wand, Harry!
Your wand!
Accio Firebolt!
Yeah! Yes!
Oh, my God.
Yeah! Yeah! Well done, dragon!
Yes! Yes!
Yes, Harry! Knew you would not die, Harry.
Lose a leg. Or an arm.
Pack it in altogether?
Never! Never!
Shush!
Go on, Harry.
What's the clue?
Who wants me to open it?
Yes!
Do you want me to open it?
Yes!
What the bloody hell was that?
Alright, everyone!
Go back to your knitting.
This is gonna be uncomfortable enough without all you nosy sods listening in.
I reckon you have to be barking mad to put your own name in the Goblet of Fire.
Caught on, have you?
Took you long enough.
I was not the only one who thought you had 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 really me all along.
I thought...
we would be alright, you know...
after you would figured that out.
Who? Who could possibly figure that out?
That's completely mental.
Yeah.
Isn't it?
I suppose I was a bit distraught.
Boys.
Hi, Harry. Hi, Harry.
Cho, Harry's looking at you.
Shush.
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.
Not now, Nigel.
Later.
Go on.
I told him I would get him Harry's autograph.
Oh look, Mum's sent me something.
Mum sent me a dress.
Well, it does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet?
Nose down, Harry.
Ginny, these must be for you.
I am not wearing that, it's ghastly.
What are you on about?
They are not for Ginny.
They are for you.
Dress robes.
Dress robes?
For what?
The Yule Ball...
has been a tradition of the...
Triwizard Tournament...
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.
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?
Now, to dance...
is to let the body...
breathe.
Inside every girl,
a secret swan slumbers longing
to burst forth and take flight.
Something is about to burst out of Eloise Midgen,
but I don't think it's a swan.
Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance.
Mr. Weasley.
Yes?
Will you join me, please?
Now,
place your right hand on my waist.
Where?
My waist.
And extend your arm.
Mr. Filch, if you please.
One, two, three.
Never gonna let him forget this, are you?
Never. Never.
Everybody come together.
Boys, on your feet!
Why do they have to travel in packs?
How are you supposed to get one on their own to ask them?
Blimey Harry. You have slayed dragons.
If you can't get a date, who can?
I think I would take the dragon right now.
I take after my mum.
Though I...
I didn't know her very well. She left me...
I was 3.
No, not the maternal sort, apparently.
Broke me dad's heart though.
He was a tiny little fella my dad.
I could pick him up at the age of 6
with one hand and put him up on the dresser.
He laughed so hard at that.
Very funny.
And then he died
just when I started school, so...
So I sort of had to make me own way, as it were.
But enough of me.
What about you?
This is mad.
At this rate, we will be the only ones in our year without dates.
Well,
us and Neville.
Yeah, but then again he can take himself.
It might interest you to know that Neville is already got someone.
Now I am really depressed.
Who you going with, then?
Oi, Angelina? What?
Do you wanna go to the ball...
with me?
To the ball?
Yeah, alright.
Oi, Hermione.
You are a girl.
Very well spotted.
Come with one of us...
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 is asked me!
And I said yes!
Bloody hell.
She is lying, right?
If you say so.
Look...
we have just got to grit our teeth and do it.
Tonight, when we get back to the common room,
we will both have partners. Agreed?
Agreed.
Cho! Harry!
Watch yourself on the stairs. It's a bit icy at the top.
Ok, thanks.
Cho?
Yes?
Well, I just wondered if you...
I wondered if maybe you wanted to go to the ball with me.
Sorry, I didn't catch that.
I...
I was just wondering if maybe
you wanted to go to the ball with me.
Harry...
I am sorry, but someone is already asked me.
And...
Well I ha... I have said I will go with him.
Ok.
Yeah.
Great.
Fine.
No problem.
Ok.
Good.
Harry?
I really am...
sorry.
It's alright, Ron.
It's ok, Ron. It's alright. It doesn't matter.
What happened to you?
He just asked Fleur Delacour out.
What?
What did she say?
No, of course.
She said yes?
Don't be silly.
There she was, walking by.
You know how I like it when they walk.
I could not 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 am not cut out for this, Harry.
I don't know what got into me.
Hi, Harry. Hi, Harry.
I always liked looking at them from behind.
She is never gonna forgive me, ever.
Hey!
Bloody hell.
Bloody...
Oh, bloody...
What are those?
My dress robes.
Well, they are alright!
No lace. No dodgy little collar.
Well...
well I expect yours are more traditional. Traditional?
They are ancient!
I look like my Great Aunt Tessie!
I smell like my Great Aunt Tessie.
Murder me Harry.
Leave it alone!
Poor kid.
I bet she is alone in her room, crying her eyes out.
Who?
Hermione, of course.
Come on Harry,
why do you think she would not tell us who she is coming with?
Because we would take the mickey out of her if she did.
Nobody asked her.
Would have taken her myself if she was not so bloody proud.
Hello, boys. Hello, boys.
Don't you look...
dashing.
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.
Well, now you know.
As for you Mr. Weasley,
you may proceed into the Great Hall with Miss Patil.
Oh, there you are.
Come on, then.
Come along this way.
Oh, come on.
Hi. Now, I need you all to line up...
in the procession, please.
This way. This way. Come along.
She looks beautiful!
Yeah, she does.
Is that Hermione Granger?
With Viktor Krum?
No.
Absolutely not.
Hi!
Harry, take my waist.
What? Now!
Are you ready?
♪ 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 ♪
♪ Put your hands up in the air ♪
♪ Like an ogre who just don't care ♪
♪ Can you dance like a Hippogriff? ♪
Ruddy pumpkinhead, isn't he?
I don't think it was the books that had him going to the library.
May I have your arm?
Arm. Leg.
I am yours.
Hot, isn't it?
Viktor is gone to go and get drinks.
Would you care to join us?
No,
we would not care to join you and Viktor.
What's got your wand in a knot?
He is a Durmstrang.
You are 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.
I think he is got a bit more than friendship on his mind.
Are you going to ask me to dance or not?
No.
He is using you.
How dare you?
Besides, I can take care of myself.
I doubt it. He is way too old.
What?
What? That's what you think?
Yeah, that's what I think.
You know the solution then, don't you?
Go on.
Next time there is a ball, pluck up the courage
and ask me before somebody else does!
And not as a last resort.
Well, tha-tha-tha...
let's decide... that's just completely off the point.
Harry.
Where have you been?
Never mind! Off to bed, both of you.
They get scary when they get older.
Ron, you spoiled everything!
What's this about?
Let me see it again.
Yes,
the time is close now.
Harry, at last!
Step aside, Wormtail,
so I can give our guest a proper greeting.
You alright, Harry?
I just got in.
Me.
Harry, you told me you had figured the egg out weeks ago.
The task is two days from now.
Really? I had no idea.
I suppose Viktor is already figured it out.
Would not know. We don't actually talk about the tournament.
Actually, we don't really talk at all.
Viktor is more of a physical being.
I just mean he is not particularly loquacious.
Mostly, he watches me study.
It's a bit annoying, actually.
You are trying to figure this egg out, are not you?
What's that supposed to mean?
It just means these tasks are designed to test you...
in the most brutal way. They are almost cruel.
And...
I am scared for you.
You got by the dragons mostly on nerve.
I am not sure it's going to be enough this time.
Hey, Potter!
Potter! Cedric.
How... How are you?
Spectacular.
Look I realize I never really thanked you properly,
for tipping me off about those dragons.
Forget about it.
I am 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...
and mull things over in the hot water.
I must be out of my mind.
I am definitely out of my mind.
I would try putting it in the water if I were you.
Myrtle!
Hi. Hello Harry.
Long time no see.
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?
Polyjuice Potion?
Kicked the habit. Myrtle,
did you say, try putting it in the water?
That's what he did.
The other boy...
the handsome one...
Cedric.
Well go on.
Open it.
♪ Come seek us where our voices sound ♪
♪ We cannot sing above the ground ♪
♪ An hour long you will have to look ♪
♪ To recover what we took ♪
Myrtle.
There are not merpeople,
in the Black Lake, are there?
Very good.
It took Cedric...
ages to riddle it out.
Almost all the bubbles were gone.
Harry, tell me again.
Come seek us where our voices sound.
The Black Lake,
that's obvious.
An hour long you will have to look.
Again obvious.
Though admittedly potentially problematic.
Potentially problematic?
When is the last time you held your breath underwater for an hour, Hermione?
Look, Harry,
we can do this. The three of us can figure it out.
Hate to break up the skull session.
Professor McGonagall wants you in her office.
Not you Potter, just Weasley and Granger.
But sir,
the second task is only hours away and...
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 are interested in plants,
you would be better off with Goshawk's Guide to Herbology.
Do you know there is a wizard,
in Nepal,
who is growing gravity-resistant trees? Neville,
no offense,
but I really don't care,
about plants.
Now if there is...
a Tibetan turnip,
so 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? Any bets? Come on, place your bets!
Aye, aye.
Step up, mates! Don't be shy.
Three lads. One lady.
Four go down. But do four come up?
Don't be so mean.
Any bets? Fleur's 10-1.
You are sure about this, Neville? Absolutely.
For an hour? Most likely.
Most likely?
Well, there is some debate among herbologists as to the effects of
fresh water versus salt water...
You are telling me this now?
You must be joking! 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?
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. Put that in your mouth.
They will have but one hour to do so,
and one hour only.
After that, they will be on their own.
No magic will save them.
You may begin at the sound of the cannon.
What's the matter with him?
I don't know, I can't see him.
Oh, my God.
I have killed Harry Potter.
Yeah!
What?
The Beauxbatons champion, Miss Delacour
has unfortunately been forced to retire
so she will take no further part in this task.
But she is my friend too!
Only one!
Let's get down below.
Krum! Krum! Krum!
Yes!
Come. Come. Come. Its finish, give me your hand.
Ascendio!
Harry!
He is alright.
He is alright. Barty!
Go get him another towel.
I want all the judges over here now!
You saved her, even though she was not yours to save.
My little sister.
Thank you.
And you! You helped.
Well, yeah, a bit.
Gabrielle my sweety, come.
Thank you.
Harry! Hermione!
Are you alright? You must be freezing.
Personally, I think you behaved admirably.
I finished last, Hermione.
Next to last.
Fleur never got past the Grindylows.
Krum! Krum! Great!
Come on! Come on! Attention!
Krum! Krum! Krum!
Attention!
The winner is...
Mr. Diggory...
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 have agreed...
to award him...
second place...
Second place! Well done!
For outstanding moral fiber!
Yes!
Right on. All that moral fiber?
It's great. Moral fiber?
Blimey. Even when you go wrong, it turns out right.
Yeah, well done, Moral Fiber. Congratulations, Potter.
A fine achievement. Thank you.
Well done, boy.
See you at Hagrid's, Harry.
I am sorry we have not spoken.
After all,
your story is one I have heard so many times.
Quite remarkable, really.
Tragic, of course...
to lose one is family.
Never whole again, are we?
Still,
life goes on...
and here we stand.
I am sure your parents would be very proud of you today, Potter.
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 am mad.
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 are still a bunch of misfits.
Well maybe but...
we have all got each other.
And Harry of course.
Soon to be
the youngest
Triwizard champion there is ever been!
Hooray!
♪ Hogwarts, Hogwarts ♪
♪ Hoggy Warty Hogwarts ♪
♪ Teach us something please ♪
Mr. Crouch?
A man has died here, Fudge.
And he won't be the last.
You must take action. 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!
A true leader does what is right,
no matter what others think.
What did you say?
What did you say to me? 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 will 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 are a wee bit sharp.
Professor?
Professor. Yeah.
Igor Karkaroff,
you have been brought from Azkaban at your own request...
to present evidence to this council.
Should your testimony prove consequential,
council may be prepared to order your immediate release.
Until such time, you remain in the eyes of the Ministry a convicted Death Eater.
Do you accept these terms?
I do, sir. And what do you wish to present?
I have names, sir.
There was... Rosier,
Evan Rosier.
Mr. Rosier is dead. Dead?
He took a piece of me with him though, didn't he?
I didn't know.
If that is all the witness has to offer. No, no, no.
There was Rookwood!
He was a spy.
Augustus Rookwood?
Of the Department of Mysteries?
Yeah, yeah, the same.
He passed information to You-Know-Who from inside the Ministry itself.
Very well.
Council will deliberate.
In the meantime, you will return to Azkaban.
No! Wait!
Wait, please! Please, I have more!
What about Snape? Severus Snape?
As the council is aware,
I have 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... 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.
Oh, no, no, no.
I have heard about one more.
What's that? The name.
Yes?
I know for a fact this person took part in the capture...
and by means of the Cruciatus Curse...
torture of the Auror Frank Longbottom
and his wife! The name?
Give me the wretched name!
Barty Crouch.
Junior.
Hold him down!
Get your filthy hands off me, you pathetic little men!
Hello Father.
You are no son of mine.
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 have 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 was not quite human.
And Wormtail was there too. And Mr. Crouch's son.
Have there been others like this dream?
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.
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 have not 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 am going to find out why!
Yeah! Yeah!
Sonorus!
Earlier today,
Professor Moody placed the Triwizard Cup,
deep within the maze.
Only he knows its exact position.
Now, as Mr. Diggory...
and Mr. Potter...
are tied for first position...
they will be the first to enter the maze,
followed by Mr. Krum...
and Miss Delacour.
Krum! Krum!
The first person to touch the cup,
will be the winner!
I have 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 will find no dragons or creatures of the deep.
Instead, you will 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!
Good luck.
My boy. See you later, Dad.
On the count of three.
One...
Fleur?
Fleur.
Periculum!
Lagouri!
Get down!
Stupefy!
Expelliarmus!
No, don't! Stop!
He is bewitched, Cedric!
Get off me! He is bewitched!
Yes.
Harry!
Reducto!
Thanks.
No problem.
You know,
for a moment there I thought
you were gonna let it get me.
For a moment so did I.
Some game?
Some game.
Go!
Go on, take it.
You saved me, take it!
Together. One, two... Two...
Three! Three!
You ok?
Yeah. You?
Where are we?
I have been here before.
It's a Portkey.
Harry, the cup is a Portkey. I have been here before,
in a dream.
Cedric!
We have to get back to the cup.
Now!
What are you talking about?
No.
Harry! What is it?
Get back to the cup!
Who are you? What do you want?
Kill the spare.
Avada Kedavra! No!
Cedric!
Do it! Now!
Bone of the father...
unwillingly given.
Flesh of...
the servant...
willingly...
sacrificed.
And blood of...
the enemy...
forcibly...
taken.
The Dark Lord...
shall rise...
again.
My wand,
Wormtail.
Hold out your arm.
Master.
Thank you,
master.
The other arm, Wormtail.
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!
Crabbe Macnair!
Goyle!
Not even you...
Lucius.
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.
Out of fear,
not loyalty.
Still,
you have proved yourself useful these past few months, Wormtail.
Thank you, master.
Thank you.
Such a handsome boy. Don't touch him!
Harry.
I had almost forgotten you were here.
Standing on the bones of my father.
Yeah.
I would introduce you,
but word has it you are 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?
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.
Yeah.
Astonishing what a few drops of your blood will do, Harry?
Pick up your wand, Potter.
I said, pick it up!
Get up! Get up!
You have been taught how to duel, I presume, yes?
First, we bow to each other.
Come on now Harry. The niceties must be observed.
Dumbledore would not want you to forget your manners, would he?
I said...
bow.
That's better.
And now...
No.
Crucio!
Attaboy Harry.
Your parents would be proud.
Especially your filthy Muggle mother.
Expelliar...
I am going to kill you, Harry Potter.
I am going to destroy you.
After tonight,
no one will ever again question my powers.
After tonight,
if they speak of you they will speak only of how you...
begged for death.
And I,
being a merciful Lord...
obliged.
Get up!
Don't you turn your back on me, Harry Potter!
I want you to look at me when I kill you!
I want to see the light leave your eyes!
Have it your way.
Expelliarmus! Avada Kedavra!
Do nothing! He is mine to finish!
He is mine!
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?
Harry, take my body back, will you?
Take my body back to my father.
Let go.
Sweetheart, you are ready.
Let go! Let go!
Accio!
No!
He did it!
Harry!
No! No!
No, don't!
For God's sake, Dumbledore, what's happened?
He is back.
Voldemort is back.
Cedric, he asked me to bring his body back.
I could not leave him, not there.
It's alright, Harry.
It's alright.
He is home. You both are.
Keep everybody in their seats.
A boy has just been killed.
The body must be moved, Dumbledore.
There are too many people.
Let me through.
Let me through!
Let me through.
That's my son!
It's my boy!
Come, get up.
Easy. Easy! No.
This is not where you want to be right now.
No!
It's alright, I got you.
I got you.
Come on. Easy now.
No!
Are you alright, Potter?
Does it hurt? That?
Not so much now.
Perhaps I would better take a look at it.
The cup was a Portkey.
Someone had bewitched it.
What was it like?
What was he like? Who?
The Dark Lord.
What was it like
to stand in his presence?
I don't know.
It was like... I had fallen into one of my dreams...
into one of my nightmares.
Were there others?
In the graveyard, were there others?
I...
I don't...
think I said anything about a graveyard, professor.
Marvelous creatures, dragons, are not they?
Did you think that miserable oaf
would have led you into the woods if I had not suggested it?
Do you think Cedric Diggory,
told you to open the egg underwater if I had not told him first myself?
Did you think Neville Longbottom the witless wonder,
could have provided you with gillyweed
if I had not given him the book that led him straight to it?
It was you from the beginning.
You put my name in the Goblet of Fire.
You bewitched Krum,
but... 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.
The blood that runs through these 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.
Expelliarmus!
Severus.
That's it, take it.
Do you know who I am?
Albus Dumbledore.
Are you Alastor Moody?
Are you? No.
Is he in this room?
Harry, away from there!
You alright, Alastor?
I am sorry, Albus.
That's Moody. But then who is...
Polyjuice Potion.
Now we know who is been stealing from your stores, Severus.
We will get you up in a minute.
Harry!
Barty Crouch Junior.
I will show you mine if you show me yours.
Your arm, Harry.
You know what this means, don't you?
He is back.
Lord Voldemort has returned.
I am sorry, sir. I could not help it.
Send an owl to Azkaban.
I think they will find they are missing a prisoner.
I will be welcomed back like a hero.
Perhaps.
Personally, I have never had much time for heroes.
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...
and 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 have made this year,
will be more important than ever.
Remember that,
Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain.
You will remember that...
and we will celebrate a boy who was...
kind and honest and...
brave,
true,
right to the very end.
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 am sorry.
Professor...
when I was in the graveyard, there was a moment...
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 are not alone.
Hermione.
This is for you.
Write to me. Promise.
Bye.
Au revoir, Ron.
Do you think we will ever just have a quiet year at Hogwarts?
No. No.
No, I didn't think so.
Oh, well. What's life without a few dragons?
Everything is going to change now, isn't it?
Yes.
Promise you will write this summer.
Both of you.
I won't.
You know I won't.
Harry will, won't you?
Yeah. Every week.
By LESAIGNEUR Sync & corrections May 2022