Bloody kids!
How fastitious 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 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!
Are you all right?
Hermione! Bad dream.
When did you get here?
Just now. You?
Last night.
Wake up! Wake up, Ronald!
Bloody hell!!
Honestly, get dressed.
And don't get back to sleep.
Come on, Ron!
Your mother says breakfast's ready!
Ron, where are we actually going?
Don't know.
Hey, Dad. Where are we going?
Haven't the foggiest.
Keep up!
Arthur!
It's about time, son.
Sorry, Amos. Some of us had a bit of 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 over there.
Shall we?
Oh, yeah. 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.
It's a Portkey.
Time to go!
What's a Portkey?
Ready? Count to three.
One, two, ... Harry! Three
Let go, kids!
What?
Let go!
- 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're 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'll 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's 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's Troy!
- And Mullet! - And Moran!
Ireland! Ireland! Ireland!
- Here come the Bulgarians! - Oh, yes!
Who's that?
That, sis, is the best Seeker in the world.
Krum! Krum! Krum!
Krum!
Yes!
Good evening!
As Ministor for Magic...
it gives me great pleasure to welcome each and everyone of you...
to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!
Let the match begin!
Krum! Krum! Krum!
There's no one like Krum.
- Krum? - Dumb Krum?
He's like a bird, the way he rides with the wind.
He's more than an athlete.
Dumb Krum.
He's an artist.
- I think you're in love, Ron. - Shut up.
Viktor, I love you.
Viktor, I do.
When we're 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've gotta 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!
Harry! Harry!
Morsmordre!
Harry!
Where are you?
Harry!
We've been looking for you for ages!
Thought we lost you, mate.
What is that?
Stupefy!
Stop! That's my son!
Ron, Harry, Hermione. you all right?
We came back for Harry.
Which of you has done this?
- Barty, you can't possi-- - Do not lie!
You've been discovered at the scene of the crime.
Crime?
Barty! They're just kids.
What crime?
It's the Dark Mark, Harry.
It's his mark.
What? Voldemort?
Those pepole tonight, in the masks, they're his too, aren't 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 all right. I'll get it. Don't worry. - Just the Drooble's.
Thanks.
Two Pumpkin Pasties, please.
Thank you.
Anything sweet for you, dear?
Oh, no, I'm not hungry. Thank you.
Anything from the trolley?
This is horrible.
How can the Ministry not know who conjured it?
Wasn't there any security or...?
Loads, according to Dad.
That's what worried them so much.
Happened right under their noses.
It's hurting again, isn't it? Your scar?
I'm fine.
You know Sirius will want to hear about this.
What you saw at the World Cup and the dream?
Hedwig, there we go.
Clear the runway!
Well, there's something you don't see every day.
Well, now we're all settled in and sorted,
I'd 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?
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 Triward 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...
a 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 product sons of Durmstrang...
...and their high master, lgor Karkaroff.
Oh, it's Krum!
Blimey, it's him! Viktor Krum!
- Albus. - Igor.
Professor Dumbly-dorr,
my horses have travelled a long way.
- They will nead attending to... - Don't worry, Madame Maxime.
Our game keeper, 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'd like to say a few words.
Eternal Glory.
That's what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament.
But to do this, that student must survive three tasks.
Three extremely dangerous tasks.
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 Co-operation,...
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's 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's 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!
That's rubbish! You don't know what you're doing!
Silence!
They're not too happy about that, then.
The Globet 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.
Alastor Moody.
Ex-Auror...
...Ministry malcontent...
and your new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher.
I'm here because Dumbledore asked me.
End of story. Good bye. 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're too young to see what these curses do.
I think different!
You need to know what you're up against!
You need to be prepared.
You need to find another place to put your chewing gum...
besides the underside of your desk, Mr Finnigan!
No way. The old codger can see out the back of his head.
And hear across classrooms!
So, which curse shall we see first?
- Weasley! - Yes
Stand!
Give us a curse.
Well, my dad did tell me about one.
The Imperius curse.
Oh, yeah, your father would know all about that one.
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's lethal.
What are you laughing at?
Get off!
Talented, isn't she?
What should I have her do next? Jump out of the window?
Drown herself?
Scores of witches and wizards have claimed..
that they only did You-Know-Who's bidding...
under the influence of the Imperius curse.
But here's the rub:
How do we sort out the liars?
Another. Another.
Up, up. Come on.
Longbottom, is it? Up.
Professor Sprout tells me
you have an aptitude for Herbology.
There's 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's sitting in this room.
Brilliant, isn't he?
Completely demented, of course, and...
terrifying to be in the same room with...
...but he's really been there, you know?
He's looked evil in the eye.
There's a reason those curses are unforgivable.
To perform them in a classroom...
I mean, did you see Neville's face?
Neville?
Son.
You all right?
Come on. We'll have a cup of tea.
I want to show you something.
We're gonna be late!
Come on, Cedric. Put it in!
Eternal Glory
Be brilliant, wouldn't it?
Three years from now, when we're old enough to be be chosen.
Yeah, rather you than me.
Yeah! Yes!
Thank you. Thank you.
Well, lads, we've 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 couldn't 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'll tear your ears off!
- Now you're making me laugh. - Take this! Come on!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
We're "old school," right?
Yeah, but you look older!
Sit down, please.
Now the moment you've 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. No.
Harry Potter!
Go on, Harry.
Harry, for goodness sake.
He's a cheat!
He's not even 17 yet!
- It's wrong, I tell you! - You French tart.
- Everything is a conspiracy theory with you! - Quiet! I can't think!
Everything is a conspiracy theory!
- I protest! I protest! - Harry!
Harry, did you put your name in that Goblet of Fire?
No, sir.
Did you ask one of the older students to do it for you?
No sir!
You're 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...
...erhaps 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 diffcult 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 a 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've let your best friend know, though.
Let you know what?
You know bloody well what.
I didn't ask for this to happen, Ron.
Okay?
You're being stupid.
Yeah, that's me.
Ron Weasley, Harry Potter's stupid friend.
I didn't put my name in that cup.
I don't want the eternal glory.
I just wanna be...
Look, I don't know what happened tonight...
and I don't know why.
It just did.
Okay?
Piss off.
What a charismatic quartet.
Hello, I'm Rita Skeeter.
I write for the Daily Prophet.
But of course you know that, don't you?
It's you we don't know.
You're the juicy news.
What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks?
What mysteries do the muscles mask?
Does courage lie beneath those curls?
In short, what makes the champion tick?
"Me, Myself & I" want to know.
Not to mention my rabid readers.
So who's 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?
Oh, oh, no.
So tell me , Harry.
Here you sit, a mere boy of 12--
I'm 14. Sorry.
--about to compete against three students...
...not only vastly more emotionaly mature than youself,...
but who have mastered spells that you wouldn't even attempt in your dizziest daydreams.
Concerned?
I don't know. I have't really thought about it.
Just ignore the quill.
Then, of course, you're no ordinary boy of 12, are you?
Fourteen.
Your story's legend.
Do you think it was the trauma in 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 the last.
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...
...at worst, a psychotic death wish?
Hey, my eyes aren't "glistening with the ghost of my past."
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.
one o'clock, this Saturday night.
And make sure you're 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! - Shh.
I had to ask.
Now, tell me about this dream of yours.
You mentioned Wormtail and Voldemort.
But who was this 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'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.
You think one of them put my name in the goblet?
I haven't a clue who put your name in tha goblet, Harry...
...but whoever did is no friend to you.
People die in this tournament.
I'm not ready for this, Sirius.
You don't have a choice.
Someone's coming.
Keep your friends close, Harry.
Who were you talking to?
What? Who says I was talking to anyone?
I heard voices.
Maybe you're imagining things.
Wouldn't be the first time.
You're probably just practicing for your next interview, I expect.
Amazing.
Amazing!
Neville, you're doing it again.
Oh, right, sorry.
"Magical Water Plants on the Highland Lochs"?
Moody gave it to me. That day when 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'm 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'll see soon enough.
Now pay attention, this is important.
What's with the flower?
Hagrid, have you combed your hair?
As a matter of fact, I have.
You might like to try the same thing now and again.
Hagrid?
Oh, the cloak! Put the cloak on!
Bonsoir, Olympe.
Oh, Hagrid. I thought perhaps you weren't coming.
I thought perhaps you had forgotten me.
Couldn't forget you, Olympe.
What is it you wanted to show me?
When we spoke earlier,
you sounded so...
...exhilarated.
You'll be glad you came.
Trust me.
Can we get closer?
Dragons?
That's the first task?
You're 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 we have a word?
All right.
You stink, Potter!
- Potter, you stink! - Harry Potter smells!
Dragons.
That's the first task.
They've got one for each of us.
Come on, Ced!
Are you serious?
And Fleur and Krum, do they...?
Yes.
Come on, Cedric. Leave him.
Right.
- He's not worth it. - Read the badges, Potter!
Hey, listen. About the badges...
I've 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's pretty fascinating.
You're a right foul git, you know that?
You think so?
I know so.
Anything else?
Yeah. Stay away from me.
Fine.
There's Potter. Cheat.
Why so tense, Potter?
My father and I have a bet, you see.
I don't think you're gonna last 10 minutes in this tournament.
He disagrees.
He thinks you won't last five.
I don't give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy.
He is vile and cruel.
And you're just pathetic.
- Pathetic? - Oh, no, you don't, sonny!
I'll teach you to curse someone when their back is turned!
You stinky, cowardly, scummy...
- Professor Moody! - ...back shooting--
What are you doing?
Teaching.
Is that a--? Is that a student?
Technically, it's 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've mentioned it.
Well, you will do well to remember it.
Away!
You. Come with me.
That's a Foe-Glass.
Lets me keep an eyes on my enemies.
If I can see the whites of their eyes,
they're standing right behind me.
Wouldn't even bother telling you what's in there.
You wouldn't believe it if I did.
Now,...
...what are you going to do about your dragon?
Oh, I'm... Well, you know I just thought I'd...
Sit.
Listen to me, Potter.
Your pal Diggory?
By your age, he could turn a whistle into a watch,...
and have it sing you the time.
Miss Delacour?
She's as much a fairy princess as I am.
As for Krum, his head may be filled with sawdust...
...but Karkaroff's is not.
They'll have a strategy.
And you can bet that it will play to Krum's strengths.
to Krum's strengths.
Come on, Potter.
What are your strengths?
I don't know.
Well, I can fly. I mean, I'm a fair flyer. But I...
Better than fair, the way I heard it.
But I'm not allowed a broom.
You're allowed a wand.
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 survie! Any bets?
Yes, sir?
Ten-to-one 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.
I'm sure we all wish our champions...
How are you feeling? Okay?
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've got what we wanted.
Good day, champions.
Gather round, please.
Now, you've waited, you've wondered,...
..and at last the moment has arrived.
A moment only four of you can fully appreciate.
What are you doing here, Miss Granger?
I--I--. Sorry. I'll just go.
Barty, the bag.
Champions, in a circle around me
Miss Delacour, over here.
Mr. Krum.
And, Potter. Mr. Potter, over here.
That'r 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,...
...for 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 canon, 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 Firebalt!
- Yeah! - Yes!
Oh, my God!
- Yeah! - Yeah! Well done, dragon!
Yes! Yes!
- Yes, Harry. - Knew you wouldn't 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?
All right, 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 name in the Goblet of Fire.
Caught on, have you? Took you long enough.
I wasn't the only one who thought you'd done it.
Everyone was saying it behind your back.
Brilliant.
That makes me feel loads better.
At 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 Paravati 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.
Who--? Who could possibly figure that out?
That's completly mental.
Yeah. Isn't it?
I suppose I was a bit distraught.
Boys!
- Hi, Harry. - Hi, Harry.
Cho, Harry's looking at you.
Look at this!
I can't believe it! She's done it again.
"Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl,...
...seemes 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. Weasely
Thank you, Nigel.
Now now, Nigel. Later.
Go on.
I told him I'd get him Harry's autograph.
Oh, look, Mom's sent me something.
Mum sent me a dress!
Well, it doesn't match your eyes.
Is there a bonnet?
- Ah, ha. - Nose down, Harry.
Ginny, these must be for you.
I'm not wearing that. It's ghastly!
What are you on about?
They're not for Ginny.
They're 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 represetatives 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, huh?
Now, to dance is to let the body breathe.
Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forth and take flight.
Something's about to burst out of Eloise Midgen, but I don't think it's a swan.
Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance.
- Mr.Weasely - Yes?
Will you join me, please?
Now, place your right hand on my waist.
Where?
My waist.
And extend your arm.
Mr. Flitch, if you please.
1 2 3...1 2 3....
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've slayed dragons.
If you can't get a date, who can?
I think I'd take the dragon right now.
I take after my mum.
Though I didn't know her very well. She left when I was about three.
No, not the maternal sort, her.
Broke me dad's heart, though.
He was a tiny little fella, my dad.
I could pick him up at the age of six 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 the school, so...
So I sort of had to make my own way, as it were.
But enough about me.
What about you?
This is mad.
At this rate, we'll be the only ones in our year without dates.
Well, us and Neville.
Oh, yeah, but, then again, he can take himself.
It might interest you to know that Neville's already got someone.
Now I'm really depressed.
"Get a move on or all the good ones will have gone."
Who you going with, then?
Oi, Angelina?
What?
Do you wannna go to the ball with me?
To the ball?
Yeah, all right.
Oi, Hermione, you're a girl.
Very well spotted.
Come with one of us?