# Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (film)

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire is a 2005 film which follows Harry's fourth year at Hogwarts as he is chosen by the Goblet of Fire to compete in the perilous Triwizard Tournament.
    Directed by Mike Newell. Screenplay by Steve Kloves, based on the book of the same name by J.K. Rowling.

## Harry Potter

* [To Ron] 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. Okay?
* [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?
* [describing his dream of encountering Voldemort, Wormtail, and Barty Crouch Jr. to Dumbledore] 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 (so was) 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

* [after Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody shows up] Half the cells in Azkaban are filled, thanks to him. He's supposed to be mad as a hatter, though, these days.
* This is mad. At this rate, we'll be the only ones in our year without dates.
* [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.
* [Harry's name has appeared out of The Goblet of Fire making him a Triwizard Champion, making him bitter with jealousy; to Harry] How did you do it? Never mind, doesn't matter. But you should've let your best friend know though.

## Hermione Granger

* [whispering to Harry] It's the Dark Mark, Harry. It's his mark. [Harry: Voldemort?]
* So... a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dim witted as an Aging Potion.
* [To Harry] You know Sirius will want to hear about this. What you saw at the World Cup and the dream.
* [To Harry, enraged] I'M NOT AN OWL!
* [Reading an article of "Harry Potter's Secret Heartache" on the Daily Prophet; infuriated] 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

* 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!
* [orders Wormtail to kill Cedric Diggory] Kill the spare.
* 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 is lifted] 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

* Dark and difficult times lie ahead. Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy.
* Please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress, Madame Maxime. And now our friends from the north. Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their high master, Igor Karkaroff.
* Hogwarts, let's entertain our friends in the best way we can. All stand. Maestro, please.
* 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.
* [revealing the Goblet of Fire from its casket with his wand] 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.
* Now the moment you've all been waiting for: The champion selection.
* 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 of 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 (all) have the right to know exactly how he died. You see… Cedric Diggory was murdered… by Lord Voldemort! The Ministry of Magic does not wish me to tell you this, but not to do so, I think, would be an insult to his memory. Now, the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me... reminds us, 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

* 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

* "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 1:00 this Saturday night. And make sure you're alone. Sirius. P.S.: (By the way,) 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.
* If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.

## Others

* Seamus Finnigan: [surprised by Madame Maxime's height] Blimey. That's one big woman.
* Hogwarts Student: [after Harry's name is emerged from the Goblet of Fire] He's not even 17 yet!
* 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.
* Minerva McGonagall: 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 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.
* Igor Karkaroff: [showing Severus Snape the Dark Mark on his left arm] It's a sign, Severus! You know what it means as well as I.
* 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

    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.
    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, while he pins his sweatshirt to a banister with his silver-snake-metal walking stick] Do enjoy yourself, won't you? While you can. [releases Harry]
    [The Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione get out of their tent and see all the people screaming in panic and running for their lives when a group of Death Eaters are attacking the camp]
    Man: GET OUT, IT'S THE DEATH EATERS!
    Arthur: Get back to the Portkey, everybody, and stick together! Fred, George! Ginny is your responsibility. GO!
    Hermione: Harry!
    [Aboard the Hogwarts Express; Hermione is reading an article on the Daily Prophet with the headline reading: "Terror at the Quidditch World Cup"]
    Trolley Lady: Anything from the trolley, dears?
    Ron: Packet of Drooble's and a Licorice Wand. [changes his mind] On second thought, just the Drooble's.
    Harry: It's all right, I'll get it. Don't worry.
    Ron: Just the Drooble's. Thanks.
    Cho: [appearing with two other girls] Two Pumpkin Pasties, please. [Harry looks at her and she smiles shyly at him as the Trolley Lady gives her the Pumpkin Pasties] Thank you.
    Trolley Lady: [to Harry] Anything sweet for you, dear?
    Harry: Oh, no, I'm not hungry. Thank you.
    Hermione: This is horrible. How can the Ministry not know who conjured it? Isn't there any security or…?
    Ron: Loads, according to Dad. That's what worried them so much. Happened right under their noses.
    Seamus: [as "Mad-Eye" drinks his flask; curiously] What's that he's drinkin', do you suppose?
    Harry: [unsure] I don't know, but I don't think it's pumpkin juice.
    Barty Crouch Sr.: [facing all the students] 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.
    [Everyone starts complaining in outrage and boo at him]
    Fred and George: THAT'S RUBBISH! That's rubbish! You don't know what you're doing!
    Dumbledore: SILENCE!
    ["Professor Moody"'s first lesson]
    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.
    Mad-Eye: And they are so named?
    Hermione: Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them will...
    Mad-Eye: [finishing her sentence and writing "Unforgivable" 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.
    Mad-Eye: [Throws the piece of chalk at Seamus] AND HEAR ACROSS CLASSROOMS! So, which curse shall we see first? WEASLEY!
    Ron: [scaring out of his wits] Yes?
    Mad-Eye: Stand! Give us a curse.
    Ron: Well, my dad did tell me about one. The Imperius Curse.
    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.
    Mad-Eye: [as 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] Th-There's the, um, the Cruciatus Curse.
    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!
    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 in refusal] No? [Points his wand at the spider] Avada Kedavra! [the spider falls, unmarked but dead; Harry watches from a desk across] The Killing Curse. Only one person is known to have survived it... [looks at Harry] and he's sitting in this room.
    [Ron and Hermione are walking down the stairs]
    Ron: Brilliant, isn't he! Completely demented of course. Terrifying to be in the same room with, he's really BEEN there, ya know?
    Hermione: There's a reason those curses are unforgivable, and to perform them in a classroom. I mean did you see Neville's face?
    [Neville is on the stairs facing the window]
    Hermione: Neville?
    [Mad-Eye approaches Neville and pats him on the shoulder]
    Mad-Eye: Son. You alright?
    [Neville nods]
    Mad-Eye: Come on, we'll have a cup of tea. I want to show you something.
    George: Thank you, thank you. Well, lads, we've done it.
    Fred: Cooked it up just this morning.
    Hermione: [sing-song] It's not going to work.
    Fred: Oh yeah? And why's that, Granger?
    Hermione: [indicating a magical line drawn around the base of the goblet] You see this? This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself.
    Fred: So?
    Hermione: So, a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dimwitted as an aging potion.
    George: Ah, but that’s why it's so brilliant.
    Fred: Because it’s so pathetically dimwitted!
    [the twins shake up the bottles and prepare to drink the contents]
    George: Ready, Fred?
    Fred: Ready, George.
    Fred and George: Bottoms up.
    [They jump inside the age line, and cheer. They put their names in the flame and high-five. The flame fires up and they're flung across the room onto the floor. When they get up they have full heads of grey hair and beards]
    George: You said…
    Fred: You said…
    [They roll around fighting on the floor and the crowd cheer. The room suddenly becomes silent as Viktor Krum walks in and puts his name in the flame. He looks at Hermione and she smiles]
    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. 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!
    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.
    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.
    [Everyone looks at Harry; Later in Dumbledore's office…]
    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?
    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 on speaking terms at the moment]
    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: [enraged] 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]
    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?!
    Mad-Eye: Teaching.
    McGonagall: [shocked] Is that a... Is that a student?!
    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]
    [Mad-Eye 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!
    Mad-Eye: Is that a threat?
    [Draco turns and runs]
    McGonagall: Professor Moody--
    Mad-Eye: IS THAT A THREAT?!
    McGonagall: Professor--
    Mad-Eye: I CAN TELL YOU STORIES ABOUT YOUR FATHER THAT WILL CURL EVEN YOUR GREASY HAIR, BOY!
    McGonagall: Alastor!
    Mad-Eye: IT DOESN'T END HERE!
    McGonagall: Alastor. We never use Transfiguration as a punishment! Surely, Dumbledore told you that?
    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, Mad-Eye sticks his tongue out at her, behind her back]
    Mad-Eye: [to Harry] You. Come with me.
[Harry wins The First Task, and he and Ron reconcile their differences and are 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: [reassuringly] 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.
    Ron: 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 showing up] Harry.
    Hermione: [turns around] 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 and sits on the stairs]
    Harry: [to Ron; confused] What's this about?
    [Harry had just eaten the Gillyweed and is developing finned feet, 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 has been given a towel to dry up after saving both Ron and Fleur's sister, Gabrielle]
    Fleur: [rushing up to Harry with her sister] 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] Mercy.
    [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?
    Mad-Eye: [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've 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 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; dismissively] 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! [in some broadcast versions shown, Snape is seen closing the door on Harry after saying "Boomslang skin, lacewing flies?"]
    Voldemort: [to the Death Eaters as they 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]
    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: Harry, when the connection is broken you must get to the Portkey! We can linger for a moment to give you some time but only a moment. Do you understand?
    Cedric: Harry. Take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my father.
    Lily Potter: 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, and in an instant, they transport out]
    Voldemort: [enraged] NAAAAAAAGGGH!!!!
    Cornelius Fudge: For God's sake, Dumbledore, what happened?!
    Harry: [sobbing 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! [falls on his knees and leans over Cedric's body, sobbing hysterically] MY BOY!!!!
    [The crowd is heartbroken and shocked; Cho sobs in heartbreak]
    Barty Crouch Jr. (as Mad-Eye): [pulling a sobbing Harry away from Cedric's body] 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, Dumbledore restrains Amos while Arthur tries to comfort him]
    Amos Diggory: [devastated] No, no... NOOOOOO!!! [continues bawling and screaming]
    Harry: [while Mad-Eye looks at his bleeding arm] The cup was a portkey. Someone had bewitched it.
    Barty Crouch Jr. (as Mad-Eye): What was it like? What was he like?
    Harry: Who?
    Barty Crouch Jr. (as Mad-Eye): The Dark Lord. What was it like to stand at his presence?
    Harry: I don't know. It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams… into one of my nightmares.
    Barty Crouch Jr. (as Mad-Eye): Were there others? In the graveyard, were 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] 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"; flicks his tongue]
    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): [mockingly] "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. [pulls out his wand, ready to destroy Harry]
    Dumbledore: EXPELLIARMUS! [bursts the door open, flings "Moody" against the wall, enters the office, along with McGonagall and Snape, and viciously grabs hold of him] Severus! [Snape pours the Veritaserum potion in his mouth] That's it, take it. [he, Snape, and McGonagall all point their wands at him] 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? Is he in this room?! ["Moody" motions with his head/mechanical eye towards the chest; orders Harry to move away] Harry, away from there! [Snape points his wand at the chest and it opens up; The four look inside and see the real Mad-Eye Moody down below] 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. [looks down at Moody] We'll get you up in a minute.
    [Barty Crouch Jr. is revealed to have been impersonating Moody as the Polyjuice Potion wears off]
    Dumbledore: [coldly] Barty Crouch Junior.
    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. [flicks his tongue]
    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 farewell to the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang schools as they depart, 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]

## Deleted Scenes

    [Harry walks out into the snowy courtyard and hears Snape and Igor talking]
    Igor Karkaroff: It's happening again, like before. And soon, neither you or anyone else will be able to deny it.
    Snape: I told you already, Igor, I see no reason to discuss it. [dashes over to a carriage and lights up his wand] Lumos! [catches two students hooking up with each other] Ten points from Hufflepuff, Fawcett, and the same from Ravenclaw, Stebbins.
    Igor Karkaroff: It's a sign, Severus, you know it is.
    Snape: Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about.
    Igor Karkaroff: Really? Then perhaps you wouldn't mind rolling up your sleeve, huh? [reaches for Snape's left arm, but he's quickly pulled out of the way] You don't fool me, Severus. You are scared. Admit it!
    Snape: I have nothing to be scared of, Igor. Can you say the same?

## Taglines

* Dark and Difficult Times Lie Ahead
* Difficult times lie ahead, Harry
* Everything Will Change

## Cast

* Daniel Radcliffe as Harry Potter
* Rupert Grint as Ron Weasley
* Emma Watson as Hermione Granger
* Ralph Fiennes as Lord Voldemort
* Ian McKellen as Albus Dumbledore
* Brendan Gleeson as Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody
* Robert Pattinson as Cedric Diggory
* Miranda Richardson as Rita Skeeter
* Alan Rickman as Severus Snape
* Maggie Smith as Minerva McGonagall
* Robbie Coltrane as Rubeus Hagrid
* Gary Oldman as Sirius Black
* Roger Lloyd Pack as Barty Crouch Sr.
* David Tennant as Barty Crouch Jr.
* Stanislav Ianevski as Viktor Krum
* Clémence Poésy as Fleur Delacour
* James Phelps as Fred Weasley
* Oliver Phelps as George Weasley
* Shirley Henderson as Moaning Myrtle

## External links

* Official Goblet of Fire site
* Official Harry Potter movie series site
* Official UK Harry Potter movie series site
* Goblet of Fire Box Office Totals
* Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire quotes at the Internet Movie Database