He's vile and cruel. And you're just pathetic.
- Pathetic? - Oh, no, you don't, sonny!
L'll 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...? Ls 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!
- Alastor! Alastor. - It doesn't end here!
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 eye 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?
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.
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 survive! Any bets?
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? Ls that you? - Yeah.
I'm sure we all wish our champions...
- How are you feeling? Okay? ...the greatest of luck.
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?
Sorry, l'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'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, 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 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 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 own 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.
- 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'd be all right, you know...
...after you'd 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'd 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'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 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, 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. 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.
One, two, three. 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'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 3.
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 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'll 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'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 wanna 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?
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's asked me!
And I said yes!
Bloody hell.
She's lying, right?
Lf you say so.
Look, we've just gotta grit our teeth and do it.
Tonight, when we get back to the common room, we'll both have partners. Agreed?
Agreed.
- Cho! - Harry!
Watch yourself on the stairs. It's a bit icy at the top.
Okay, 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 was just wondering if maybe you wanted to go to the ball with me.
Harry...
...l'm sorry, but someone's already asked me.
And...
Well, I've said l'll go with him.
Okay. Yeah. Great.
Fine. No problem.
Okay. Good.
Harry?
I really am...
sorry
lt's all right, Ron.
It's okay, Ron. It's all right. 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 couldn't 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'm 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's never gonna forgive me, ever.
Hey!
Bloody hell.
Bloody...
Oh, bloody...
What are those? What are those?
- My dress robes. - Well, they're all right!
No lace. No dodgy little collar.
Well, I expect yours are more traditional.
Traditional?! They're 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's alone in her room, crying her eyes out.
- Who? - Hermione, of course.
Come on, Harry, why do you think she wouldn't tell us who she's coming with?
Because we'd take the mickey out of her if she did.
Nobody asked her. Would've taken her myself if she wasn't 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. Oh, you are very late.
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'm yours.
Hot, isn't it?
Viktor's gone to go and get drinks. Would you care to join us?
No, we'd not care to join you and Viktor.
What's got your wand in a knot?
He's a Durmstrang. You're 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's got a bit more than friendship on his mind.
Are you going to ask me to dance or not?
No.
- He's using you. - How dare you?!
- Besides, I can take care of myself. - I doubt it. He's 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's a ball...
...pluck up the courage and ask me before somebody else does!
And not as a last resort.
Well, that's... I mean, 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?
No, don't let
This magic die
The answer's there
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 all right, Harry?
I just got in.
Me.
Harry, you told me you'd figured the egg out weeks ago.
- The task is two days from now. - Really? I had no idea.
I suppose Viktor's already figured it out.
Wouldn't know. We don't actually talk about the tournament.
Actually, we don't really talk at all. Viktor's more of a physical being.
I just mean he's not particularly loquacious.
Mostly, he watches me study.
It's a bit annoying, actually.
You are trying to figure this egg out, aren't you?
What's that supposed to mean?
Lt just means these tasks are designed to test you...
...in the most brutal way. They're almost cruel.
And...
...l'm scared for you.
You got by the dragons mostly on nerve.
I'm not sure it's going to be enough this time.
Hey, Potter!
- Potter! - Cedric.
How...? How are you?
Spectacular.
I realize I never really thanked you properly for tipping me off about those dragons.
Forget it. I'm sure you would've done the same for me.
Exactly.
You know the Prefects' bathroom on the fifth floor?
Lt's not a bad place for a bath.
Just take your egg...
...and mull things over in the hot water.
I must be out of my mind.
I'm definitely out of my mind.
I'd try putting it in the water if I were you.
Myrtle!
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'll have to look
To recover what we took
Myrtle...
...there aren't 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'll have to look."
Again, obvious. Though, admittedly, potentially problematic.
"Potentially problematic"?
When's 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're interested in plants...
...you'd be better off with Goshawk's Guide to Herbology.
Do you know there's a wizard in Nepal who's growing gravity-resistant trees?
Neville, no offense, but I really don't care...
...about plants.
Now, if there's...
...a Tibetan turnip 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!
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're 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're 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'll 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've 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's my friend too!
Only one!
Let's get down below.
Krum! Krum! Krum!
Yes!
Ascendio!
Harry!
He's all right.
He's all right. Barty!
- Go get him another towel. - I want all the judges over here now!
You saved her, even though she wasn't yours to save.
My little sister.
Thank you.
And you! You helped.
Well, yeah, a bit.
- Harry! - Hermione!
Are you all right? 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! Krum!
- Come on! Come on! - Attention!