Harry Potter aur Aag ka Jaam.
Manhoos bachay.
Wormtail, tum kab se intay saleekaymand hogaye.
Mujhay yaad hai tum ne aik baar gutter ke pipe ko ghar samajh liya tha.
Aisi baat tou nahi ke tumhein meri dekh bhaal thaka rahi hai?
Oh, nahi. Nahi, nahi, meray Lord Voldemort.
Meri baat ka matlab hai...
shayad us bachay ke baghair hee kar lein.
Nahi! Woh bacha hee sab kuch hai!
Uskay baghair nahi ho sakta. Aur waisa hee hoga.
Jaisa main nay bola hai.
Main aap ko mayoos nahi karounga, meray Aaqa.
Shabash.
Humaray puranay saathi jama karo.
Unhay khabar dou.
Nagini bata raha hai ke woh boorha rakhwaala
darwazay ke bahar khara dekh raha hai.
Hatto samnay se, Wormtail,
taakay humaray mehman se sahi tarah salam dua karein.
Avada Kedavra!
Harry.
Harry!
Tum theek ho?
Hermione. Bura khuab aaya tha.
-Tum kab aayi? -Abhi, abhi. Aur tum?
Kal raat.
Utho! Utho, Ronald!
Kya bakwas hai.
Kapray badlo.
Aur dobara na so jaana.
Chalo, Ron! Tumhari ammi ne nashta taiyaar kar liya hai!
-Ron, hum waisay ja kahan rahay hain? -Pata nahi.
-Aray, abbu. Hum kahan ja rahay hain? -Mujhay thora sa bhi andaza nahi.
Jaldi chalo!
Arthur!
Ab aa bhi jao, beta.
Maaf karna, Amos.
Kuch log ab bhi so rahay thay.
Iska naam Amos Diggory hai.
Meray saath Ministry mein hotay hain.
Aur yeh jawan yaqeenan Cedric hoga, haina?
Jee, sir.
Is taraf.
Merlin ki qasam! Tum Harry Potter hogay.
-Jee, sir. -Buhat, buhat acha laga mil kar.
Aap se bhi, sir.
Haaan bus us taraf hai.
-Tou karein kya? -Oh, haan.
-Hum dair se pohanchna nahi chaahtay hain. -Jaldi aao.
Bus pohonch gaye hain. Apni apni jagah pakro.
Sab is ganday se jootay ke gird kyun kharay hain?
-Yeh koi aisa waisa joota nahi, dost. -Ye Portkey hai.
Chalnay ka waqt hogaya hai!
Portkey kya hota hai?
Taiyaar raho, teen ki ginti mein! Aik, dou...
-Harry! -...teen!
Chhor dou, bacho!
-Kya? -Chhoro!
Jo bhi nazla tha sab nikal gaya hoga na?
-Maza aaya phir. -Shukriya.
Yeh tou dekho!
Bachon, Quidditch World Cup mein khush amadeed!
Saath rehna! Saath chalo, larkiyon!
Woh dekho!
Chalo! Saath chalo, larkiyon!
Blimey!
Chalo main chalta hun, puraanay dost.
-Match pe mulaqat hoti hai. -Theek hai.
-Cedric. -Ced, chalo.
Baad mein miltay hain, Cedric.
Ghar tou phir ghar hota hai.
Yeh kya?
-Buhat khoob. -Ginny, dekho!
-Sab nahanay jao. -Woh dekho.
Larkiyon, apna bistar dekho aur saman rakho.
Ron, kitchen se bahar niklo. Hum sab hee bhookay hain.
-Haan, kitchen se bahar niklo, Ron! -Pair maiz pe nahi rakho.
-Pair maiz se hattao! -Pair maiz se hattao!
Kya baat hai jaadu ki.
Quidditch World Cup ki taqreeb yahan munaqqid hai!
Yaar, abbu. Hum kitni oonchayi par hain?
Is tarah se dekho.
Agar tou barish hoti hai...
tou tumhein sab se pehlay pata chalay ga.
Abbu aur main minister kay khaas kamray mein hain
kyunke Cornelius Fudge nay zaati bulawa diya tha.
Ziada sheikhiyaan nahi maaro, Draco.
Koi zaroorat nahi.
Mazay karna, theek hai?
Jab tak kar saktay ho.
Aao upar. Apni apni nashiston par aao.
Mainay bola tha na ke sab se achi nashistay milengi.
Chalo!
Irish hai! Woh raha Troy!
-Aur Mullet! -Aur Moran!
Ireland! Ireland! Ireland!
-Woh aye Bulgarians! -Haan!
Woh kon hai?
Woh, behen, dunya ki sab se behtareen Seeker hai.
Krum! Krum! Krum!
Krum!
Zabardast!
Shaam bakhair!
Magic kay Minister honay ki haisiyat se...
mujhay buhat khushi hai...
aap sab ko khush amaad karnay par...
Quidditch World Cup kay chaar sou baayeesway final pe!
Tou phir muqaablay...
ka aaghaaz kartay hain!
Krum! Krum! Krum!
Krum jaisa koi nahi.
-Krum? -Dumb Krum?
Woh kisi parinday ki tarah urta hai hawa mein.
-Woh aik khilaari se barh kar hai. -Dumb Krum.
Woh aik kalakaar hai.
-Tumhein kahin pyar tou nahi hogaya, Ron. -Chup karo.
Viktor, mujhe tum se pyaar hai
Viktor, main pyar karta hun
Jab tum duur jaatay ho, tou meray dil mein tum hee rehtay ho
Lagta hai Irish bhi shuru hogaye.
Ruko! Ruko!
Irish nahi hain.
Humein yahan se foran nikalna hoga!
Bhaago, Death Eaters hain!
Portkey tak wapis jao, sab ke sab, aur saath rehna!
Fred, George! Ginny tumhari zimaydari hai.
Jao!
Harry!
-Jaldi karo! -Harry!
Harry! Harry!
Morsmordre!
Harry!
-Tum kahan ho? -Harry!
Kab se dhoond rahay thay tumhein!
Humein laga tum kho gaye, yaar.
Woh hai kya?
Stupefy!
Ruko!
Woh mera beta hai!
-Ron, Harry, Hermione, tum sab theek ho? -Hum Harry ke liye wapis aye.
Tum mein se kisnay jaadu kiya tha?
-Crouch, tumhara dimagh tou theek... -Jhoot nahi bolo!
Tum pakray gaye yeh jurm kartay huay.
-Jurm? -Barty! Yeh bachay hain.
Konsa jurm?
Woh Dark Mark, Harry. Yeh uska mark hai.
Kya, Voldemort?
Woh jo log thay, naqab mein, woh iskay hee hai, haina?
-Uskay mureed. -Haan.
Death Eaters.
-Meray peechay aao. -Aik aur shakhs bhi tha.
Wahan!
Chalo saaray, is taraf!
Kon shakhs, Harry?
Kon?
Pata nahi.
Chehra nahi dekh saka.
Trolley se kuch chahye?
Kuch chahye hai trolley se?
Drooble's ka Packet aur Licorice Wand.
Aisa karein, sirf Drooble hee dedein.
-Theek hai. -Sirf Drooble's. Shukriya.
Dou Pumpkin Pasties, please.
Shukriya.
Kuch meetha chalay ga, beta?
Aray, nahi, mujhay bhook nahi. Shukriya.
Trolley se kuch chahye?
Yeh buhat bura hua.
Ministry ko kaisay nahi pata ke kisnay jaadu kiya?
-Kya koi hifazati iqdaam nahi thay ya...? -Buhat thay, abbu ke baqol.
Tabhi tou itnay pareshan hain ke unki maujudgi mein aisa hua.
Wapis dard ho raha hai, haina? Tumhari chot.
Main theek hun.
Sirius tumse poochengay...
ke tumnay World Cup pe kya dekha aur apnay khuab mein.
Hedwig. Jao.
Runway clear karo!
Aisa lamha har din dekhnay ko thori na milta hai.
Ab jo hum sab aram se beth gaye hain, tou main aik ailan karna chahta hai.
Yeh mehel is saal sirf tum logon ka ghar nahi hoga...
balkay humaray kuch khas mehman bhi rahengay.
Kyun ke, Hogwarts ka intekhab hua hai...
Haan, kya hua?
Kya hua?
Unsay kaho intezar karein. Intezar karein.
Tou, Hogwarts ka intekhab hua hau aik buhat hee bari taqreeb ke liye.
The Triwizard Tournament.
-Aur woh log jo nahi jaantay... -Zabardast.
Triwizard Tournament teen schools ko laata hai...
mukhtalif tarah ke jaadu ke muqablon ke liye.
Har school se, aik taalib-e-ilm ko chuna jayega muqablay ke liye.
Main waazaye taur par bata dou.
Aik baar intekhab hogaya, tou phir woh tanha hai.
Aur meri baat par yaqeen rakho ke yeh muqabla kisi darpok ke liye nahi.
Par is baaray mein baad mein baat kartay hain.
Par abhi khush amadeed kartay hain
Beauxbatons Academy of Magic ki khubsurat larkiyon ko
aur unki headmistress, Madame Maxime ko.
Kya baat hai.
Uff Khudaaya. Itni lambi khatoon.
Aur ab humaray dost jinka taaluq shumaal se hai.
Durmstrang kay fakharmand larkay
aur unkay high master, Igor Karkaroff ka istiqbaal karo.
Oh, Krum hai!
Blimey, yeh tou!
Viktor Krum hai!
-Albus. -Igor.
Professor Dumbly-dorr, meray ghoray taweel safar kar ke aye hain.
-Kya unka khayal rakhna hoga. -Fikar nahi karein, Madame Maxime.
Humara gamekeeper, Hagrid, sab sambhal lega.
Aap jaantay hain, Monsieur Hagrid...
woh sirf single-malt whiskey peetay hain.
Gadhay!
Sab ki tawajoh!
Kuch batana chahta hun.
Kabhi na khatam honay waali izzat...
muntazir hai us taalib-e-ilm ki jo Triwizard Tournament jeetay ga.
Magar yeh karnay ke liye aik taalib-e-ilm ko teen kaam mukamal karnay hongay.
Teen mushkil tareen maraahil paar karnay hongay.
-Maza ayega! -Maza ayega!
Is wajha se, Ministry ne aik naya usool banaya hai.
Yeh samjhanay ke liye humaray saath maujud hain
Bain-ul-aqwaami Magical Cooperation kay mehakmay kay sarbaraah
Mr Bartemius Crouch.
Nahi, nahi. Yeh tou Mad-Eye Moody hai.
-Alastor Moody? Jo Auror hai? -Auror?
Shaitaani jaadu ko qaid karnay waala.
Azkaban ke aadhay se ziada isnay qaid karwaaye hain.
Yeh banda buhat khatarnak hai.
-Meray dost, aanay ka shukriya. -Yeh manhoos chhat.
Shukriya.
Woh kya pee raha hai?
Pata nahi, zaahir hai papeetay ka sharbat tou bilkul nahi hai.
Kaafi ghor o fikar karnay kay baad Ministry nay faisla kiya hai
ke jis taalib-e-ilm ki umar 17 saal se kam hai, unhein unki bhalayi ki khaatir
Triwizard Tournament mein shirkat karnay ki ijazat nahi hai.
-Yeh humara aakhri faisla hai. -Yeh kya bakwas hai!
Yeh bakwas hai! Aisa nahi ho sakta.
-Khaamosh hojao! -Lagta hai ke woh khush nahi.
Ye Aag ka Jaam.
Jo bhi is muqablay mein shirkat karna chahta hai
woh aik parchay par apna naam likhein...
aur is aag mein daal dein shab e juma se pehlay.
Yeh koi maamuli baat nahi hai.
Aik baar intekhab hogaya, tou phir peechay nahi hatt saktay.
Triwizard Tournament ab se shuru hota hai.
Alastor Moody.
Saabqa Auror...
Ministry bhi naa-khush...
aur tum logon keliye shaitaani jaadu ka difaahi ustaad hun.
Main yahan Dumbledore ke bulaway par aya. Kahani khatam, alvida, sab khatam.
Koi sawal?
Jab Dark Arts ki baat aati hai...
tou mein woh karta hun jo kaaraamad ho.
Magar pehlay, mujhay kon batayega ke kitnay Unforgivable Curses hotay hain?
-Teen, sir. -Aur unkay naam kya hain?
Kyun ke unki koi maafi nahi.
Un mein se kisi aik ka bhi istemal karliya...
Tou seedha Azkaban ki jail mein, theek.
Ministry ka kehna hai ke tum log buhat nadaan ho woh curses samajhnay ke liye.
Magar mera nahi!
Tum sab ko pata hona chahye ke dushman kya silahyat rakhta hai!
Tumhein tayar hona chahye.
Aur tum apni desk ke bajaye koi aur jagah dhoondo
chewing gum chipkanay ke liye, Mr Finnigan!
Nahi, nahi.
Is budhhay kay tou sarr ke peechay bhi aankhein lagi hain.
Aur classroom mein hui har baat sunayi deti hai!
Tou phir, konsa curse pehlay dekhna hai?
-Weasley! -Jee?
Kharay ho!
Curse batao.
Meray abbu ne aik ka bataya tha.
The Imperius Curse.
Oh, haan, tumharay baap ko tou kaafi kuch pata hoga uska.
Kuch saal pehlay hee Ministry ko buhat dukh diye thay.
Shayad yeh dekh ke andaza hojaye.
Hello.
Kitni naazuk aur khubsurat hai.
Engorgio.
Imperio!
Daro nahi. Woh kuch nahi karegi.
Agar tou usnay kaata...
tou jaan leva.
Tum kya hass rahay ho?
Hatto!
Kitni baasalaahiyat hai na?
Aur kya karao us se? Khirki se chalang?
Ya dubwaa dou?
Buhat se witches aur wizards hain jo kehtay hain
ke un par Imperius Curse kiya hua tha...
us shakhs nay jisay hum sab jaantay hain
Ab yahan aik masla hai...
Ab humein kaisay pata chalay ke jhoot kon bol raha hai?
Aur doosra bataye koi.
Haath upar uthao. Chalo!
Longbottom, haina?
Kharay ho.
Professor Sprout ne bataya ke tumhein herbology ka buhat shauq hai.
Aik aur hai...
The Cruciatus Curse.
Sahi, sahi. Aao, aao.
Buhat kharab hota hai.
Aziyat denay wala curse.
Crucio!
Rukein!
Nazar nahi araha ke woh aziyat mein hai? Rukein!
Miss Granger, tum shayad tum ab aakhri Unforgivable Curse de sako.
Nahi?
Avada Kedavra!
Maut ka Curse.
Sirf aik shakhs is curse se bach chuka hai...
aur woh yahan is kamray mein maujud hai.
Kitna kamal ka hai na?
Bilkul pagal hai,
aur darr lagta hai agar woh aap ke saath aik hee kamray mein ho
magar woh sab kuch dekh chuka hai?
Shaytan ko apni ankhon se dekh chuka hai.
Kisi wajha se un curse ki koi maafi nahi.
Is tarah classroom mein karna.
Neville ki shakal dekhi thi?
Neville?
Beta?
Tum theek ho?
Aao. Aik cup chai peetay hain. Kuch dikhana hai.
Humein dair na hojaye!
Chalo, Cedric. Daalo!
Kabhi na khatam honay waali izzat. Kitna acha lagay ga, haina?
Aaj se teen saal baad hum bhi kar saktay hain.
Haan, tum ban jana.
Zabardast!
Shukriya, shukriya.
-Haan tou yaaron. Humnay kar dikhaya. -Aaj subha hee isay pakaya hai.
Woh kaam nahi karega.
-Oh, acha? -Aur aisa kyun, Granger?
Woh dekh rahay ho? Age Line hai.
Dumbledore ne khud khenchi.
Tou?
Tou tumhein kya lagta hai ke Dumbledore jaisay zaheen ko tum...
aik Aging Potion se bewaqoof bana saktay ho.
-Is hee liye tou itna kamal ka hai. -Kyun ke buhat ahmaqana hai.
-Tayar ho, Fred? -Tayar, George.
-Peelo. -Peelo.
-Haan! -Haan!
Zabardast!
Tayar ho?
-Haan! -Haan!
-Tumnay bola tha! -Tumnay bola tha!
-Oh, tou tumhein larna hai? -Main tumhara kaan noch lunga!
-Kaisay mazaq kartay ho. -Yeh lo! Chalo!
Larro! Larro! Larro!
Haan tou hum purani soch walay hain?
Tum ziada!
Sab tashreef rakho. Please.
Ab woh ghari agayi hai jiska sab ko intezar tha.
Champion ka chunao hoga.
Durmstrang ka champion hai Viktor Krum.
Beauxbatons ki champion hai...
Fleur Delacour.
Hogwarts ka champion hai, Cedric Diggory!
Zabardast!
Humaray paas ab teen champions hain.
Par akhir mein, sirf aik ka naam tareekh mein likha jayega.
Sirf aik ko milega yeh champion ban'nay ka jaam...
yeh jeet ki trophy...
jo hai Triwizard Cup!
Harry Potter.
Harry Potter?
Nahi. Nahi.
Harry Potter!
Jao, Harry.
Harry, jao bhi.
Isnay baymani ki hai!
Ye tou abhi 17 saal ka bhi nahi hai!
-Yeh ghalat hai! -Tum French aurat.
-Yeh sazish hai! -Khaamosh! Main kuch soch nahi paa raha!
-Yeh buhat bari sazish hai! -Main ehtijaj karta hun.
-Harry. -Main ehtijaj karta hun!
Harry, kya tumnay Aag kay Jaam mein apna naam daala tha?
-Nahi, sir. -Kya kisi baray taalib-e-ilm
-se keh kar dalwaaya? -Nahi, sir.
-Kya paka? -Jee. Jee, sir.
-Yeh jhoot bol raha hai. -Haan!
Aag ka Jaam buhat taqatwar jaadui cheez hai.
Koi buhat hee ziada taqatwar Confundus Charm usay jhansa de sakta hai.
Woh jaadu jo aik chauthi jamat ke bachay ke bus ki baat nahi.
Lagta hai ke tumnay is baaray mein buhat socha hua hai, Mad-Eye.
Mera kaam hee yehi tha ke dark wizards kya kartay hain, Karkaroff
shayad tumhein yaad ho.
Koi faida nahi is baat ka, Alastor.
Barty, tum par chhor raha hun.
Qanoon ka koi torr nahi hai.
Aag ka Jaam aik bandhay huwe jaadu kay muahiday ki tarah hai.
Mr Potter ke paas aur koi raasta nahi.
Woh aaj raat se hi...
aik Triwizard champion hai.
Is tarah nahi chalay ga, Albus.
Pehlay Dark Mark. Ab yeh?
Phir kya tajweez hai, Minerva?
Khatam karo.
Potter ko shirkat nahi lenay dou!
Barty ko sunna nahi tha kya. Usool waazay hain.
Bhaar mein jaye Barty aur uskay usool.
Aur tumnay kab se Ministry ki sunna shuru kardi?
Headmaster, main khud nahi samajh pa raha hun yeh mehez itefaq.
Agar tou hum jaanna chahtay hain ke is sab ka matlab kya hai...
tou shayad humein chahye hai ke...
yeh sab honay dein.
Kya...? Hum kuch nahi karein?
Usay bali ka bakra bana dein?
Potter aik bacha hai, koi gosht ka lothra nahi.
Main itefaq karta hun.
Severus se.
Alastor, Harry par nazar rakhna, theek hai?
-Theek hai. -Usay khabar nahi honi chahye.
Woh waisay hee pareshan hoga ke...
aagay kya honay wala hai.
Hum sab hee hain.
Harry Potter
Kaisay kiya?
Khair ab kya farq parta hai.
Mujhe, apnay sab se achay dost ko nahi bataya.
-Kya nahi bataya? -Tum achi tarah jaantay ho kya.
Main nay kuch nahi kiya, Ron.
Theek hai?
-Ahmaq nahi bano. -Haan, main hun.
Ron Weasley, Harry Potter ka ahmaq dost.
Mainay us cup mein apna naam nahi daala.
Mujhay nahi chahye kabhi na khatam honay waali izzat. Mujhay sirf...
Main nahi jaanta ke aaj raat kya hua aur kyun huwa.
Bus hogaya.
Theek hai?
Bhaar mein jao.
Kitnay achay lag rahay ho tum chaar.
Hello.
Main hun Rita Skeeter.
Main "Daily Prophet" ke liye likhti hun.
Magar tum yeh jaantay ho, haina?
Hum tumharay baaray mein nahi jaantay.
Tum log ho garma garam khabar.
In gulab jaisay gaalon ke peechay kya raaz hai?
In taqatwar baazu ke peechay kya chhupa hai?
Kya in ghungralay baalon ke peechay chhupi hai bahaduri?
Aik champion, champion kaisay banta hai?
"Main, main aur main" jaanna chahtay hain.
Aur mera kaam parhnay walay.
Tou kon batayega?
Sab se chhotay walay se shuru kartay hain? Buhat khoob.
Achi jagah hai na?
Broom cupboard hai.
Phir tou tumhein ghar jaisa lag raha hoga.
Tumhein masla tou nahi agar Quick-Quotes Quill istemal karoun?
Nahi.
Tou batao, Harry.
Tum jaisa 12 saal ka larka...
Main 14 saal ka hun. Mazarat ke saath.
Jo ke muqabla karnay ja raha hai teen tulbaah ke saath
jo tumse na tou sirf tajurbay mein baray hain...
balkay unhein woh jaadu aatay hain jo tum kabhi
apnay khuabo mein bhi nahi soch saktay.
Ghabra rahay ho?
Pata nahi. Abhi tak socha nahi.
Tum isay chhoro.
Iska matlab tum koi mamooli 12 saal ke larkay nahi?
-Chauda saal. -Tumhari kahani tareekhi hai.
Kya tumhein apnay maazi ka sadma lagta hai
jis ne tumhein is khatarnak tournament mein shirkat karnay par amada kiya?
Mainay shirkat nahi lee.
Haan, haan.
Sab ko aik baghi buhat pasand hai, Harry.
Akhri wala mittao.
Aur tumharay waldain, agar woh zinda hotay
tou unhay kaisa lagta?
Kya fakhar hota? Ya ghabra jaatay tumharay rawayye se
ke tum sirf tawajo ke bhookay ho
ya kisi nafsiyati bemari ka shikar?
Aray, ye aisa ghalat likha hai ke,
"meri aankhon mein maazi ka khauf jhalak raha hai."
Harry, Hedwig ko nahi bhej sakta tha.
World Cup ke baad se, Ministry buhat ziada ullu pakar rahi hai
aur woh sab ki nazron mein aa jaati hai.
Tumse mil kar baat karni hai, Harry.
Gryffindor common room mein is haftay ki raat 1:00 bajay milna.
Aur koshish karna ke akelay ho.
Sirius.
P. S.
Chirya kaat'ti hai.
Sirius?
Harry Potter, 12 saala larka
jo ke Triwizard Tournament mein shak ki buniyaad par daakhil huwa hai.
Uski aankhon mein uskay maazi ka khauf jhalak raha tha
aur uskay kaan laal...
Sirius. Kaisay...?
Ziada waqt nahi hai, Harry, tou jaldi se batata hun.
Aag kay Jaam mein apna naam daala tha ke nahi?
Nahi!
Poochna zaroori tha.
Ab mujhay apnay us khuab ke baaray mein batao.
Tumnay Wormtail aur Voldemort ka zikr kiya tha.
Magar teesra shakhs kon tha kamray mein?
-Pata nahi. -Kisi ka naam nahi sunna?
Nahi.
Voldemort usay koi zaroori kaam karnay ka keh raha tha.
Aur woh kya tha?
Us ko...
main darkar hun.
Pata nahi kyun.
Par woh is shakhs ko meray khilaf istemal karna chahta tha.
Magar sirf khuab hee tou tha, haina?
Haan.
Sirf khuab.
Dekho, Harry.
World Cup pe Death Eaters ka aana, jaam se tumhara naam nikalna...
Yeh sab itefaq nahi hai.
Hogwarts ab pehlay ki tarah mehfuz nahi raha.
Kya keh rahay ho?
Shaytan deewar ke andar ghus aye hain.
Igor Karkaroff?
Woh aik Death Eater tha.
Aur koi Death Eater bannay se kisi ko rok nahi sakta.
Aur phir Barty Crouch hai. Pathar dil.
Apnay hee betay ko Azkaban bhej diya tha.
Kya un mein se kisi ne mera naam jaam mein daala?
Main tou yeh bilkul bhi nahi jaanta, Harry
magar jisnay bhi kiya hai, woh tumhara dost nahi.
Logon ki maut ronma hojati hai is muqaablay mein.
-Main tayar nahi hun, Sirius. -Tumharay paas aur koi chaara nahi.
-Koi araha hai. -Apnay doston se bana kar rakho, Harry.
-Kis se baat kar rahay thay? -Kya?
-Kis ne bola ke main baatein kar raha tha? -Mujhay awazein sunayi dee.
Tumhara wehem hoga.
Pehlay ki tarah.
Apnay aglay interview ki tayari kar rahay hogay phir.
Kya baat hai.
-Kya baat hai! -Neville. Tum wapis se kar rahay ho.
Aray haan. Maazrat.
"Highland Lochs kay jaadui samandari poday"?
Moody ne diye tha. Jis din humnay saath chai pee.
Ye baat waisay hee itnay logon se aa chuki hai.
Tum khud ja kar baat kyun nahi kar letay?
Ron, masla tumhara hai, mera nahi.
Kya bulwana chahtay ho?
Jao.
Ronald chahta hai ke main tum se boloun ke Seamus ne usay bataya...
ke Dean ko Parvati ne bola tha ke Hagrid tumhein dhoond raha hai.
Aisa hai kya? Tou...
Kya?
-Kya waqai dobara karna hai? -Karo.
Dean ko Parvati ne bola...
Please mujhse phir mat bulwaana.
Hagrid tumhein dhoond raha hai.
-Tum Ronald ko bolo... -Main koi ullu nahi hun!
Apnay abu ka cloak laye ho, jaisa bola tha?
Haan, laaya hun. Hagrid, hum ja kahan rahay hain?
Pata chal jayega.
Ghaur se sunna, zaroori hai.
Yeh phool kyun lagaya hua hai?
Hagrid, kya baalon par kanghi ki hai?
Bilkul.
Tum bhi kiya karo.
Hagrid?
Cloak! Cloak pehno!
Shaam bakhair, Olympe.
Aray, Hagrid.
Mujhay laga tum nahi aaogay.
Mujhay laga ke tum mujhay bhool gaye.
Tumhein kaisay bhool sakta hun, Olympe.
Kya dikhana chahtay thay mujhay?
Humari jab akhri baat hui, tum buhat...
jazbati lag rahay thay.
Tum khush hogi. Bharosa rakho.
Kya qareeb ja saktay hain?
Dragons?
Yeh hai pehla marhala?
-Tum mazaq kar rahay ho. -Kya hua, Harry.
In janwaron ko koi sahi se samajh hee nahi paya hai.
Aray, yaar!
Waisay aik baat hai, yeh Horntail thora khatarnak hai.
Bechara Ron tou isay dekh kar behosh honay wala tha.
-Ron yahan tha? -Oh, haan.
Uskay bhai Charlie ne isay Romania se laanay mein madad ki thi.
Ron ne bataya nahi kya?
Nahi bataya.
Aik cheez bhi nahi batayi.
-Bayeman, Potter. -Tumse boo aati hai, Potter.
-Good luck, Potter. -Potter badboodar!
-Cedric rules. -Thanks.
Badge kaisa laga?
Excuse me.
Harry.
-Hey! Badge parho, Potter! -Aik baat kar sakta hun?
-Acha. -Tum sarr rahay ho, Potter!
-Potter, badboodar! -Harry Potter se badbu arahi hai!
Dragons. Yeh hai pehla marhala.
-Hum sab ke liye aik. -Chalo, Ced!
Kya waqai mein?
Aur Fleur aur Krum, kya unhein...?
-Haan. -Chalo, Ced, chhoro usay.
-Theek hai. -Woh is laiq nahi.
-Badges dekho, Potter! -Hey, sunno. Badges ke baaray mein.
Mainay unhay mana kiya hai ke na pehnay, magar...
Koi baat nahi.
Aisa nahi ke main cheezein tabah karna chahta hun.
Bus ho jaati hain.
Magar yeh baat tou maani paregi ke aag buhat zabardast cheez hai.
Tum buhat ghatiya ho.
-Acha? -Haan, aisa hee hai.
Aur kuch kehna hai?
-Haan. Mujhse duur raho. -Sahi hai.
-Woh raha Potter. Bay-imaan khor. -Pareshan kyun ho, Potter?
Meray abu aur meri shart lagi hai.
Main kehta hun tum is muqaablay mein 10 minute nahi tik saktay.
Woh nahi maantay. Unka kehna hai ke paanch minute nahi tik saktay.
Mujhay parwa nahi tumhara baap kya kehta hai, Malfoy.
Woh aik bay rehem aur ghatya shakhs hai. Aur tum tou bilkul bekaar ho.
-Bekaar? -Oh, nahi, bachay!
Abhi tumhein sabaq sikhata hun peet peechay kisi par waar karna!
Kameena, buzdil, ghatya...
-Professor Moody! -...peechay se waar karnay wala...
Yeh kya kar rahay ho?
Sabaq sikha raha hun.
-Kya woh...? Kya woh student hai? -Waisay tou newla hai.
Seedhay kharo ho! Seedhay kharo ho!
-Abhi apnay abu ko batata hun! -Dhamki de rahay ho?
-Professor Moody! -Dhamki de rahay ho?
Professor!
Abhi tumharay baap ke poll kholta hun ke tum bhi sharminda hojaogay!
-Alastor! Alastor. -Abhi khatam nahi hua!
Hum kabhi saza ke taur par bhains ka badlao nahi kartay!
Dumbledore ne yaqeenan bataya hoga.
Haan aisa kuch bola tha.
Ab achi tarah yaad rakhna.
Chalo!
Tum meray saath aao.
Yeh Foe-Glass hai.
Apnay dushmano par nazar rakhnay ke liye.
Agar unki ankhon ki putli dikhay tou iska matlab woh meray peechay hain.
Main nahi bata sakta us mein kya hai.
Tum kabhi yaqeen hee nahi karogay.
Ab yeh batao ke...
tum apnay dragon ka kya karogay?
Mainay socha hai ke...
Betho.
Meri baat sunno, Potter.
Tumahra jo dost hai Diggory?
Tumhari umer mein, woh aik seeti ko ghari mein tabdeel karna jaanta tha
jo usay gaa kar waqt batati thi.
Miss Delacour?
Woh utni hee bari fairy princess hain jitna ke main hun.
Jahan tak Krum ki baat hai, beshak uskay bhejay mein bhoosa bhara hai...
magar Karkaroff ke nahi.
Unkay paas bhi koi rah e amal hoga.
Aur shart laga lo ke woh Krum ke liye kaam ayega.
Batao, Potter.
Tum kis cheez mein taqat rakhtay ho?
Pata nahi.
Khair main urr sakta hun. Main thora buhat urr sakta hun. Magar...
Mainay sunna hai ke acha urrtay ho.
Magar mujhay broom ki ijazat nahi.
Magar wand ki tou ijazat hai na.
Shart! Shart lagao!
Yahan shart laga saktay hain! Shart yahan laga saktay hain!
Ajao doston! Aaj ki is tabahi mein kya hoga?
Asaar Krum ke bachnay ke hain aaj! Koi shart?
Jee, sir?
Ten-to-1 for Fleur. Yeh lo Buhat shukriya.
Sab ki tawajo chahta hun.
Yeh humaray liye buhat bara din hai.
Teenon maraahil intehayi khatarnak hain.
Sab apni nashiston par bethay rahein.
Is se aap khatray se duur rahengay.
-Harry? Kya tum ho? -Haan.
Humari duayein champions ke saath hain...
-Kaisay ho? Theek ho? -...ke unhay jeet naseeb ho.
Tumhein sab se pehlay ghaur o fikar karni hai. Aur phir tumhein...
Dragon ko qabu karna hai.
Jawani ki muhabat.
Kya...
zabardast khabar hai.
Agar aaj koi hadsa hojaye
tou tum dounon tou safahaye awal par aaogay.
Tumhara yahan koi kaam nahi.
Yeh khayma champions...
aur unkay doston keliye hai.
Koi masla nahi. Humein jo chahye tha woh milgaya.
Acha din guzray, champions. Ajao meray gird, please.
Tum logon ne intezar kiya, sabar kiya aur woh lamha aagaya hai.
Yeh woh pal hai jo sirf tum chaar hee samajh saktay ho.
Tum yahan kya kar rahi ho, Miss Granger?
Sorry, main chalti hun.
Barty, bag dou.
Champions, meray gird gol dairay mein kharay hojao.
Miss Delacour, idher. Mr Krum.
Aur, Potter, Mr Potter, idher. Sahi hai. Ab...
Miss Delacour, aap pehlay.
The Welsh Green.
Mr Krum.
The Chinese Fireball.
The Swedish Short-Snout.
-Tou ab bacha... -Horntail.
-Kuch kaha, larkay? -Kuch nahi.
Hungarian Horntail.
Yeh hain chaar asal ke dragons...
aur sab ko aik sunhera anda diya hai hifazat karnay ke liye.
Tum log ka aik aasaan kaam hai.
Us anday ko hasil karna hai.
Yeh karna hoga, har anday mein aik raaz chhupa hai
jis ke baghair tum apnay aglay marhalay ki taraf nahi barh saktay.
Koi sawal?
Theek hai. Qismat tumhara sath de, champions.
Mr Diggory, topp ke chalnay par, tum...
Diggory! Diggory! Diggory!
Humaray teen champions apnay dragons par ghalib aa chukay hain...
aur ab woh aglay marhalay ke liye agay barh gaye hain.
Ab baari hai humaray chauthay aur akhri khilaari ki.
Harry! Harry! Harry!
Tumhari wand, Harry! Tumhari wand!
Accio Firebolt!
-Zabardast! -Haan!
Uff, Khudaaya.
-Zabardast! -Zabardast! Zabardast, dragon!
Zabardast!
Zabardast, Harry!
Jantay thay tum nahi marogay, Harry. Shayad aik taang.
-Ya bazu. -Pooray sabut agaye?
-Kabhi nahi! -Kabhi nahi!
Chup!
Dekho, Harry. Kya raaz hai?
-Kon chaahta hai ke main isay kholun? -Haan!
-Kya main kholoun? -Haan!
Yeh kya tha?
Chalo saaray! Apnay apnay kaam karo.
Sab jao, apnay apnay kaam karo, har jagah aa jatay hain apni naak le kar.
Koi buhat hee pagal hoga jo apna naam Aag kay Jaam mein daalay ga.
Ab pata chala tumhein? Kaafi dair lagi.
Sirf main nahi tha jisay laga ke tumnay hee daala.
Sab tumharay peet peechay keh rahay thay.
Waah. Yeh sun kar aur khushi hui.
Kam se kam dragons par tou khabardar kiya tha na mainay.
Hagrid ne mujhay dragons ka bataya.
Nahi, nahi, nahi, mainay bataya.
Tumhein yaad nahi kya?
Mainay Hermione se tumhein kehalwaaya
ke Seamus ne mujhay bataya ke Parvati ne
Dean ko kaha ke Hagrid tumhein dhoond raha hai.
Seamus ne mujhay kuch nahi bataya tha, tou mainay hee bataya.
Mainay socha ke tum sahi hojaogay
yeh jaan kar.
Kis ko...? Kis ko samajh aata yeh?
Bilkul pagal.
Haina?
Khair main thora pareshan tha.
Ajeeb larkay hain.
-Hi, Harry. -Hi, Harry.
Cho, Harry tumhari taraf dekh raha hai.
Chup raho.
Yeh dekho!
Hadh hoti hai. Usnay wapis kar diya.
"Miss Granger, aik saadi par buland nazar,
shayad mashoor wizards se ziada nazdeeqi paida kar rahi hain.
Uska naya shikar, zaraye ke mutabiq
koi aur nahi balkeh Bulgarian bonbon, Viktor Krum hai.
Harry Potter kis tarah apnay jazbat par qabu payega, koi nahi jaanta."
Aap ke liye parcel, Mr Weasley.
Shukriya, Nigel.
Abhi nahi, Nigel.
Baad mein.
Jao ab.
Mainay bola tha ke Harry ka autograph la kar dounga.
Oh, yeh dekho, ammi ne kuch bheja hai.
Ammi ne mujhay yeh libas bheja hai.
Tum par acha lagay ga. Iskay saath koi bonnet bhi hai kya?
Bus karo, Harry.
-Ginny, yeh tumharay liye hoga. -Main kabhi nahi pehnoun woh ajeeb cheez.
Kya bol rahi ho?
Ginny ke liye nahi hai.
Tumharay liye hai.
-Dress robes. -Dress robes? Kis liye?
The Yule Ball...
Triwizard Tournament ki buhat purani rasam hai...
jab se iska aghaz hua hai.
Christmas ki shab ko, hum aur humaray mehman...
Great Hall mein jaatay hain jashan mananay
achay libas mein, tehzeeb ke saath.
Maizbaan schools ke numainday honay ke naatay
main chahti hun ke sab barh charh ke hisa lein.
Aur main yeh is liye keh rahi hun kyun ke
Yule Ball mein dar haqeeqat...
nachna hota hai.
Khamosh!
House of Godric Gryffindor buhat bara naam hai
wizard ki dunya mein pichhli 10 sadiyon se.
Main yeh hargiz bardasht nahi karungi ke tum log
bak bak karnay walay batameez bandaro ki tarah paish aao.
Panch gunah tez bol ke dekho?
Ab naachnay ke liye...
jism mein lachak hona zaroori hai.
Har larki ke andar aik swan chhupi hoti hai
jo bahar nikal kar urna chahti hai.
Eloise Midgen ki naak se bhi kuch nikalnay wala hai,
par woh swan tou nahi hogi.
Har larkay ke andar aik aala nasab sher jo jhabata maarnay ke liye tayar hai.
-Mr Weasley. -Jee?
Idher aaogay, please?
Ab apna seedha haath meri kamar par rakho.
-Kidher? -Meri kamar par.
Apna bazu bahar nikalo.
Mr Filch, baraye meherbani.
Aik, dou, teen.
Aik, dou, teen. Aik, dou, teen.
Isay kabhi bhoolnay nahi dogay, haina?
-Kabhi nahi. -Kabhi nahi.
Sab aagay aao. Larkon, kharay hojao!
Yeh saari larkiyan jhund mein kyun ghoomti hain?
In mein se kisi se akela kaisay baat karun?
Yaar, Harry. Tum dragons se lartay ho.
Agar tumhein larki nahi mil sakti tou phir kisay milegi?
Main dragon mein hee khush tha.
Main apni ammi se milta hun.
Khair main itna jaanta nahi unhein.
Main jab teen saal ka tha tou woh chhor kar chali gai thi.
Itni koi maamta nahi thi.
Meray baap ka dil torr diya. Chhotay se tou thay, meray dad.
Main unhein chhay saal ki umer mein aik haath se uthata tha
aur dresser pe rakh deta tha.
Buhat zorr se hastay thay.
Buhat hassi ki baat hai.
Aur phir unka inteqal hogaya jab mera school shuru hua, tou...
Tab se main khud se hee apnay aap ko sambhal raha hun.
Khair meri buhat hui. Ab apnay baaray mein batao?
Kya bakwas hai.
Agar is tarah hee chalta raha, tou hum akelay hee reh jayengay.
Khair, hum aur Neville.
Haan, woh khud ko lejayega.
Tumhein batati hun ke Neville ne larki dhoond li hai.
Ab tou mujhay mayoosi ho rahi hai.
"Jaldi karo, warna saari achi waali haath se nikal jayengi."
Tum kis ke saath ja rahay ho phir?
-Aray, Angelina? -Kya?
Kya tumhein meray saath ball pe jaana hai?
Ball pe?
Haan, theek hai.
Aray, Hermione.
Tum larki ho.
Shabash.
Hum mein se kisi aik ke saath chalo phir?
Chalo humari tou khair hai ke hum larkay hain tou akelay jasaktay.
Magar larki hotay huay tou buhat afsos ki baat hogi.
Main akeli nahi jaongi kyun ke kisi aur ne mujhse pooch liya hai!
-Aur mainay haami bhar di! -Uff Khudaaya!
Kya bakwas hai.
Jhoot bol rahi hai na?
Agar tum kehtay ho tou maan leta hun.
Dekho, bus humein thori himmat pakarni hai.
Aaj raat jab common room mein jayengay
tou hum dono ke paas larkiyan hongi. Theek hai?
Theek hai.
-Cho! -Harry!
Seeryon par sambhal ke, upar buhat baraf jami hui hai.
Theek hai. Shukriya.
Cho?
Haan?
Main soch raha tha...
Soch raha tha agar tum meray saath ball par chalo?
Maaf karna, kya bola?
Main soch raha tha agar tum meray saath ball par chalo?
Harry...
maaf karna, magar mujhse pehlay se hee kisi ne pooch liya hai.
Aur...
Mainay haan boldiya.
Acha, koi baat nahi. Sahi hai.
Theek hai. Koi masla nahi.
Buhat achi baat hai.
Harry?
Main buhat...
mazarat chahti hun.
Kuch nahi hua, Ron.
Koi baat nahi, Ron. Kuch nahi hua. Kuch nahi hota.
Tumhein kya hua?
Isnay Fleur Delacour se pooch liya.
Kya?
Usnay kya bola?
Nahi, aur kya.
-Usnay haan bol diya? -Pagal nahi bano.
Woh samnay se chalti hui ja rahi thi.
Mujhay buhat pasand hai jab koi samnay se chalti hui jaye.
Main khud ko rok nahi saka. Be sakhta moun se nikal aya.
Asal mein yeh us par cheek raha tha. Woh thori ghabra gayi thi.
-Aur phir kya kiya tumnay? -Kya karta? Bhaag gaya.
Mujhse nahi hoga, Harry. Na jaanay kya hogaya tha mujhay.
-Hi, Harry. -Hi, Harry.
Mujhay tou peechay se dekhnay ki aadat thi.
Woh mujhay kabhi maaf nahi karegi.
Hey!
Kya bakwas hai.
Bakwas...
Aray, bakwas...
Yeh kya pehnay ho? Yeh kya pehnay ho?
-Meray dress robes. -Tumhara tou acha hai!
Koi lace nahi. Ajeeb sa collar bhi nahi.
Tumhara thora ziada riwayti hai.
Riwayti? Daqya noosi hai.
Main apni Great Aunt Tessie ki tarah lag raha hun!
Aur boo bhi Great Aunt Tessie jaisi aarahi hai.
Mujhay maar do, Harry.
Bus karo!
Bechari.
Yaqeenan apnay kamray mein ro rahi hogi.
-Kon? -Hermione, aur kon.
Khud batao, Harry, woh agar kisi ke saath ja rahi hoti tou humay kyun nahi batati?
Kyun ke phir hum uska mazaq uratay.
Kisi ne us se nahi poocha.
Main khud le jaata agar woh itni maghroor nahi hoti.
-Hello, boys. -Hello, boys.
Tum kitnay...
zabardast lag rahay ho.
Yeh rahay tum, Potter. Kya tum aur Miss Patil tayar ho?
-Tayar, professor? -Dance ke liye.
Yahan ka riwaj hai ke teen champions...
Khair is baar chaar hain. Wohi dance ki shuruat karein.
-Yaqeenan mainay bataya hoga. -Nahi.
Khari ab bata diya.
Aur tum, Mr Weasley, tum Miss Patil ko le kar Great Hall jao.
-Oh, yeh rahay tum. -Chalo.
Is taraf aao.
Oh, chalo bhi.
-Hi. -Ab tum log sab qataar banao
aur kharay hojao, please.
Aray, tumhein buhat dair hogayi.
Is taraf. Is taraf. Jaldi aao.
Kitni khoobsurat lagrahi hai!
Haan, buhat.
Woh kya Hermione Granger hai? Viktor Krum ke saath?
Nahi. Bilkul nahi.
Hi!
Harry, meri kamar parko.
-Kya? -Abhi!
Tum sab tayar ho?
Iska sarr kadu jaisa hai na?
Mujhay nahi lagta yeh kitaabon keliye kutab khaanay jata tha.
Apna haath dengi?
Haath. Taang. Sab lelo.
Maza araha hai na?
Viktor drinks lenay gaya hai. Aana chahogay?
Nahi humein nahi aana tumharay aur Viktor ke saath.
Tumhein kya hogaya hai achanak?
Woh aik Durmstrang hai.
Tum dushman ke saath gulcharay ura rahi ho.
Dushman?
Uska autograph kisay chahye tha?
Aur waisay bhi is pooray muqaablay ka maqsad
bain-ul-aqwaami satah par mushtarka jaadu ka hai...
aur dost banana hai.
Mujhay nahi lagta woh sirf dost bananay ke chakar mein hai.
Kya mujhse dance karnay ka poochogay ya nahi?
Nahi.
-Woh tumhara istemal kar raha hai. -Tumhari himmat kaisay hui?
Aur waisay bhi, main apna khayal khud rakh sakti hun.
Mushkil hai. Woh tumse buhat bara hai.
Kya? Kya? Tumhein aisa lagta hai?
Haan, aisa hee lagta hai.
Tum bara jaisay koi hul jaantay ho?
Jao, jao.
Agli baar koi ball ho
thori himmat paida kar ke pooch lena pehlay, is se pehlay koi aur poochay!
Aur akhir mein nahi.
Yeh tou bilkul koi aur hi baat kardi tum nay.
Harry.
Tum kahan thay?
Khair! Sonay jao. Tum dounon.
-Yeh bari hotay hi darraoni hojati hain. -Ron, tumnay sab barbad kardiya!
Yeh sab kya ho raha hai?
Dobara dikhao.
Waqt qareeb hai.
Harry, akhir kaar!
Samnay se hatto, Wormtail,
taakeh humaray mehman se sahi tarah salam dua karein.
Tum theek ho, Harry?
Main abhi aaya.
Ye main hun.
Harry, tumnay pehlay bataaya tha ke tumhein hafton pehlay pata chal gaya tha
ke us anday mein kya raaz hai.
Agla marhala aaj se dou din baad hai.
Acha? Mujhay bilkul andaza nahi tha.
Viktor ko tou ab tak pata chal gaya hoga.
Pata nahi. Hum muqaablay ke baaray mein baat nahi kartay.
Humari tou waisay bhi baat nahi hoti. Viktor bus hatta katta hai.
Mera matlab woh ziada baat nahi karta.
Mujhay parhtay huay dekhta hai.
Main thori tang arahi hun.
Tum us anday ka pata karwa rahay ho, haina?
Kya matlab?
Mera matlab hai ke yeh maraahil banay hee tumhari sakht se sakht...
azmaish ke liye hain.
Buhat bayrehem hain.
Aur...
mujhay darr lagta hai tumharay liye.
Tum dragons se tou bach gaye.
Par pata nahi is baar kar paogay ke nahi.
Aray, Potter!
-Potter! -Cedric.
Kaisay ho tum?
Acha hun.
Jaanta hun ke tumhara sahi tarah shukar ada nahi kiya
un dragons ke baray mein batanay par.
Koi baat nahi.
Yaqeenan tum bhi meray liye aisa hee kartay.
Bilkul.
Jaantay ho paanchwi manzil par jo Prefects ka ghusal khaana hai?
Buri jagah nahi nahanay ke liye.
Apna anda saath lejana
aur garam paani mein socho ke kya karna hai.
Mera dimagh kharab hogaya hai.
Mera dimagh bilkul kharab hogaya hai.
Main usay paani mein daalti agar tumhari jagah hoti.
Myrtle!
Hello, Harry.
Buhat din huay mulaqat huay.
Main kuch din pehlay hee aik band naali mein ghoom rahi thi
aur wahan mainay Polyjuice Potion dekha.
Tum wapis se koi sharartein tou nahi kar rahay ho na, Harry?
Polyjuice Potion?
Saari adatein chhor di.
Myrtle, tumnay bola ke, "Paani mein daal ke dekhun"?
Yeh usnay bhi kiya tha.
Woh jo doosra larka hai...
woh khoobsurat wala...
Cedric.
Chalo, chalo. Kholo.
Humein wahan aakar milo jahan humari aawaaz sun sako
Hum zameen kay upar nahi gaa saktay hain
Tumhein aik ghantay tak tou dekhna hoga
Takeh woh baaziyaab kara lo jo hum nay liya tha
Myrtle...
Black Lake mein ab tou merpeople nahi hain, haina?
Buhat khoob.
Cedric ko tou buhat waqt laga tha yeh paheli bujhanay mein.
Saaray bulbulay phoot gaye thay tab tak.
Harry, batao phir.
"Humein wahan aakar milo jahan humari aawaaz sun sako."
The Black Lake, zaahir si baat hai.
"Tumhein aik ghantay tak tou dekhna hoga."
Ye tou phir se aasaan baat hai.
Magar thori si mushkil bhi.
"Thori si mushkil"?
Tumnay akhri baar kab saans roki thi paani mein aik ghantay tak, Hermione?
Dekho, Harry, hum teenon mil kar yeh hul kar saktay hain.
Mazarat chahta hun.
Professor McGonagall, tumhein apnay office mein bula rahi hain.
Tumhein nahi, Potter, sirf Weasley aur Granger ko.
Magar, sir, doosray marhalay mein chand ghantay hee baaqi hain, aur...
Bilkul. Potter ki achi tayari hochuki hogi aur usay ab sonay ki zaroorat hai.
Jao. Foran!
Longbottom!
Tum Potter ki madad kyun nahi kar letay kitabein rakhnay mein.
Agar tumhein paudon mein dilchaspi hai
tou tumhein "Goshawk's Guide to Herbology" parhni chahiye.
Kya tum jaantay ho Nepal mein wizards gravity-resistant darakht bana rahay hain?
Neville, bura na maanna, par mujhay paudon
se koi dilchaspi nahi.
Haan, ab agar aisa...
Tibetan shaljam maujood ho...
jo mujhay ghantay tak paani mein saans lenay ki silahyat de tou achi baat hai.
Uskay ilawa...
Shaljam ka tou pata nahi. Magar tum gillyweed istemal kar saktay ho.
-Koi shart laga raha hai? -Aao, shart lagao!
Aao doston! Sharmao mat.
-Teen larkay. -Aik larki.
-Chaar andar jayengay. -Par kitnay bahar ayengay?
Ziada badtameezi nahi karo.
-Shart lagaani hai? -Fleur par 10-1 ka rate hai.
-Tumhein yaqeen hai, Neville? -Bilkul.
-Aik ghantay ke liye? -Lag bhag.
Lag bhag?
Behes chal rahi hai herbologists mein
ke meethay paani aur namkeen paani mein...
Aur tum mujhay ab bata rahay ho? Kya mazaq kar rahay ho!
Main sirf madad karna chahta tha.
Chalo Ron aur Hermione se tou ziada hee ki hai.
Woh hain kahan?
-Tum thoray pareshan lag rahay ho, Harry. -Acha?
Doosray marhalay mein khush amadeed.
Kal raat humaray champions se kuch le liya gaya tha.
Aik khazana.
Chaar khazanay, har champion ke liye ab Black Lake ki zameen par maujood hain.
Jeetnay ke liye har champion ko apna khazana le kar upar aana hai.
-Aasaan hai, magar aik baat hai. -Apnay moun mein daalo.
Unkay paas yeh karnay ke liye sirf aik ghanta hai.
Uskay baad woh apnay balbootay par hongay. Koi jaadu unki madad nahi karega.
Topp ki awaz pe shuru kartay hain.
-Isay kya hua? -Pata nahi, nazar nahi araha.
Oh, meray Khuda. Mainay Harry Potter ko maar diya.
Zabardast!
Yeh kya?
Beauxbatons ki champion, Miss Delacour afsos ke saath retire ho chuki hain.
Woh is marhalay mein mazeed hisa nahi lengi.
Magar yeh bhi meri dost hai!
Sirf aik!
Neechay chaltay hain.
Krum! Krum! Krum!
Zabardast!
Ascendio!
Harry!
Theek hai!
Yeh theek hai. Barty!
Aik aur tolya dou isay.
Saaray judges is taraf ajaye!
Tumnay isay bachaya jab ke yeh tumhasri zimaydari nahi thi.
Meri chhoti behen.
Tumhara shukriya.
Aur tumnay! Tumnay madad ki.
Haan. Thori buhat.
Shukriya.
-Harry! -Hermione!
Tum theek ho? Thitar rahay hogay sardi se.
Main samajhti hun tumnay buhat bahaduri dikhayi hai.
Main sab se aakhir aya, Hermione.
Akhir se pehlay. Fleur Grindylows se agay hee nahi ja payi.
Krum! Krum! Krum!
-Chalo! Chalo! -Aik elaan sun lo!
Sab elaan suno!
Is marhalay ko Mr Diggory nay jeeta hai
jisnay Bubble-Head Charm ko bakhoobi istemal kiya.
Mr Potter pehlay number par aata
agar tou woh Mr Weasley ke saath saath
dousron ko bachanay ka jazba na dikhata. Chunacheh hum sab nay faislay kiya hai
ke hum usay doosra number detay hain...
-Doosra number! -Shabash!
...zabardast ikhlaqi bahaduri dikhaanay ki wajah se!
Haan!
-Kya baat hai. -Ikhlaaqiyaat?
-Zabardast. -Ikhlaaqiyaat?
Yaar. Tum jab ghalat bhi kartay ho, woh bhi sahi hota hai.
-Shabash, ikhlaaqi insaan. -Mubarak ho, Potter.
-Aik bari kaamiyaabi keliye. -Shukriya.
Buhat khoob, larkay.
-Hagrid ki taraf mulaqat hoti hai, Harry. -Afsos humari pehlay baat nahi hui.
Tumhari kahaniyan tou main sunta rehta hun.
Kamaal ki baat hai, waqai.
Zaahir hai dardnaak baat hai...
apnay ghar waalon ko gawa dena.
Kabhi mukamal nahi hotay phir hum, haina?
Magar zindagi tou chalti rehti hai...
aur aaj hum yahan kharay hain.
Tumharay waldein buhat fakhar karengay tum par, Potter.
Bartemius!
Potter ko tum Ministry ki mosam-e-garma ki parhai ke liye tou nahi phasa rahay?
Mysteries kay mehakmay mein bheja gaya akhri larka kabhi bahar nahi aasaka!
Aur kaha jaata hai ke main pagal hun.
Mujhay yaad hai jab tum sab se pehli baar mila tha.
Intehayi badmash bachay hotay thay.
Mujhay meray bachpan ki yaad diladi.
Aur aaj dekho, chaar saal baad.
Abhi tak hum badmash hain.
Haan, magar hum saath hain.
Aur Harry, bhi.
Jo ke jald sab se chhota Triwizard champion bannay wala hai!
Zabardast!
Hogwarts, Hogwarts Hoggy Warty Hogwarts
Humein kuch sikhao, please
Mr Crouch?
Aik admi marr gaya, Fudge.
Aur yeh akhri nahi hoga. Fori taur par kuch karna hoga.
Main nahi karunga.
Itnay sangeen waqt par,
wizard world apnay leaders ki taraf mutawajo hotay hain, Dumbledore!
Tou unhein dikhao ke hum unkay saath hain!
The Triwizard Tournament mansookh nahi kiya jayega.
Main buzdili ka muzahira nahi dikha sakta.
Aik asal leader wohi karta hai jo sahi ho, na ke jo log samjhay.
Kya bola?
-Kya bola mujhay? -Mazarat, hazraat.
Aap logon ki baatein ab aur bhi log sun rahay hain.
Oh, Harry!
Harry, tumhein phir se dekh kar khushi hui.
Main baad mein aa sakta hun, professor.
Zaroorat nahi, Harry.
Minister aur main baat kar chukay hain. Main aata hun.
Minister, ajayein.
Yeh lein. Aap ki topi.
Oh, Harry, Licorice Snap khao jabtak main aata hun.
Magar batata chalu, ye thori tez hain.
Professor?
-Professor. -Jee.
Igor Karkaroff, tum Azkaban se apni hee darkhuast par laye gaye ho
taakay is council ko suboot paish kar sako.
Agar tou tumhari gawahi sach hui
tou yeh council tumhein fauri taur par riha kar dega.
Tab tak, tum Ministry ki nazron mein aik qaidi Death Eater ho.
Tumhein yeh sharayt manzoor hain?
-Jee, sir. -Aur tum kya paish karna chahtay ho?
Meray paas kuch naam hain, sir.
Rosier, Evan Rosier.
Rosier marr chuka hai.
Usnay hee martay waqt mera yeh haal kiya.
Mujhay ilm nahi tha.
Agar tou mulzim ke paas sirf yehi tha, tou...
Nahi, nahi, nahi.
Rookwood bhi tha! Woh aik jasoos tha.
Augustus Rookwood? Mysteries kay mehakmay ka?
Haan, wohi.
Usnay malumaat di thi You-Know-Who ko, Ministry mein rehtay huay.
Theek hai.
Council is baaray mein sochay gi.
Jab tak tumein waapis se Azkaban bheja jaata hai.
Nahi! Rukein, please! Please, Aur bhi hain!
Snape ka kya? Severus Snape?
Yeh council pehlay se hee janti hai ke main pehlay hee suboot de chuka hun.
Severus Snape aik Death Eater tha, aur Lord Voldemort ke zawal se pehlay
woh humaray liye jasoosi karnay laga, khatray ke bawajood.
Yeh jhoot hai!
Woh ab utna hee Death Eater nahi jitna ke main hun.
Severus Snape aaj bhi Dark Lord ka wafadar hai!
Khamosh!
Mulzim agar koi thos suboot ya naam laanay mein na kaam hota hai,
yeh paishi khatam ki jaati hai.
Aray, nahi, nahi,nahi.
Aik aur naam hai.
-Kya? -Aik aur naam.
-Acha? -Yeh baat haqeeqatan jaanta hun
ke is shakhs ne hisa liya tha Auror Frank Longbottom aur uski biwi
ko na sirf pakarnay mein balkay Cruciatus Curse se aziyat denay mein!
Naam. Jaldi naam batao!
Barty Crouch...
ka beta.
Pakro usay!
Chhoro mujhay tum neech log!
Hello, abbu.
Tum meri aulad nahi ho.
Tajasus karna gunah nahi, Harry. Par ehtiyat lazim hai.
Ye aik Pensieve hai.
Bohat kaam ka hai jesay ke meray liye, ye mera dimagh waseeh karta hai.
Yeh mujhay dikhata hai woh manzar jo main pehlay bhi dekh chuka hun.
Harry, main kabse kuch dhoond raha hun...
koi bhi chhoti si malumaat...
woh cheez jo mujhse reh gayi ho...
koi aisi cheez jo bata sakay ke yeh sab kharabi akhir aayi kahan se.
Jaisay hee mujhay koi jawab milnay wala hota hai,
woh phir haath se nikal jaata hai.
Dimagh kharab hogaya hai mera.
Sir? Mr Crouch ka beta.
Uska kya bana?
Usay Azkaban bhej diya gaya thaS.
Barty ne dil par pathar rakh ke faisla kiya tha.
Par aur koi chaara bhi nahi tha. Suboot hee itnay pakay thay.
-Kyun poochtay ho? -Mujhay lagta hai ke...
mainay usay apnay khuab mein dekha.
Garmiyon ki chhutiyon mein, school shuru honay se pehlay.
Khuab mein, main aik ghar mein tha.
Aur Voldemort wahan tha, jo ke insan nahi lag raha tha.
Wormtail bhi tha, Mr Crouch ke betay ke saath.
-Kya aik se ziada baar khuab aaya hai? -Haan.
Hamesha yehi wala.
Sir, yeh jo khuab hain...
jo mujhay nazar araha hai, kahin asal mein tou nahi ho raha?
Mujhay nahi lagta tumhein in khuab ke baaray mein ziada sochna chahye, Harry.
Tum apnay zehen se...
nikal bahar karo.
Yeh ishawra hai, Severus.
Hum dono ba khoobi iska matlab jaantay hain.
Potter!
Kya hua?
Black Lake par mutaasir kun kardagi pe mubarak ho.
Gillyweed, haina?
Jee, sir.
Zihanat ka muzahira.
Buhat nayab jari booti hai, gillyweed.
Aam taur par itni asani se nahi milta.
Yeh bhi nahi.
Jaantay ho yeh kya hai?
Bubble juice, sir?
Veritaserum.
Teen qatray iskay aur You-Know-Who khud apnay tamam raaz khol dega.
Student par istemal karna mana hai.
Magar...
meray agar zaati store se ainda kuch bhi churaya...
tou tumharay pumpkin juice mein daal dunga subha subha.
-Mainay kuch nahi churaya. -Mujhse jhoot nahi bolo.
Gillyweed chalo ho sakta nahi, magar boomslang skin, lacewing flies?
Tum aur tumharay saathi Polyjuice Potion paka rahay hain, aur yaqeen karo...
main pata karwa ke rahunga!
-Zabardast! -Zabardast!
Sonorus!
Aaj kay din, Professor Moody ne Triwizard Cup ko
is bhool bhulaya mein chupa diya hai.
Sirf wohi jaanta hai ke kahan chhupa hai.
Ab, Mr Diggory...
aur Mr Potter...
douno pehlay number par hain
tou is bhool bhulaaya mein pehlay daakhil hongay
aur unkay peechay Mr Krum...
-aur Miss Delacour hongi. -Chalo! Krum! Krum! Krum!
Pehlay jis shakhs ne cup ko choo bhi liya woh jeet jayega!
Mainay amlay ko andar nazar rakhnay ke liye bhej chuka hun.
Koyi bhi khilaari kisi bhi wajha se marhala paar nahi karna chahtay...
tou usay apni wand se laal chingariya chorni hain.
Khilaariyon! Idher aao! Jaldi!
Us bhool bhulaaya mein na tou dragons hain aur na hee koi aur makhlooq.
Balkay us se bhi ziada mushkil cheez hai.
Log bhool bhulaya mein badal jaatay hain.
Aray, cup zaroor dhoondna.
Magar is pooray marhalay mein apnay aap ko matt kho bethna.
Champions, tayar hojao!
Cedric, qismat tumhara sath de.
-Mera beta. -Baad mein miltay hain, abbu.
Teen tak ki ginti ke baad. Aik...
Fleur?
Fleur.
Periculum!
Neechay ho!
Expelliarmus!
Nahi, nahi! Ruk jao! Us par jaadu hua hai, Cedric!
-Chhoro mujhay! -Yeh apnay bus mein nahi!
Zabardast.
Harry!
Reducto!
-Shukriya. -Koi baat nahi.
Thori dair ke liye mujhay laga tum mujhay is haal mein chhor dogay.
Mujhay bhi.
Yeh kya ajeeb khel hai na?
Haan.
Jao!
Jao, usay ja kar chuwo. Tumnay mujhay bachaya hai, jao ab!
-Saath mein. Aik, dou... -Dou...
-teen! -teen!
-Tum theek ho? -Haan. Tum?
Hum hain kahan?
Main yahan pehay aa chuka hun.
Ye aik Portkey hai.
Harry, yeh cup aik Portkey hai.
Main pehlay bhi yahan aa chuka hun, khuab mein.
Cedric! Wapis cup ke paas jana hoga.
-Is hee waqt! -Kya keh raha ho?
-Harry! Kya hua? -Cup ke paas jao!
-Tum kon ho? Kya chahye? -Maaro isay.
-Avada Kedavra! -Nahi! Cedric!
Jaldi karo! Foran!
Buzurg ki haddi
jo naa chaahtay huwe di gai hai.
Nokar kay jism ka lothra...
jo apni marzi se qurbaan kiya gaya hai.
Aur dushman ka khoon...
jo zabardasti liya gaya hai.
Dark Lord ki baadshaahat...
phir se hogi.
Meri wand kahan hai, Wormtail.
Apna haath bahar nikalo.
Aaqa.
Shukriya, meray aaqa.
Doosra haath, Wormtail.
Khush amadeed, meray azeezon.
Tera baras beet gaye hain lekin phir bhi...
aur yeh kharay ho tum sab meray samnay jaisay kal hee ki baat ho.
Main thora...
mayoos hun.
Tum mein se kisi ne mujhay dhoondnay ki koshish nahi ki.
Crabbe! Macnair!
Goyle!
Tumnay bhi nahi...
...Lucius.
Meray aaqa, mujhay agar thora sa bhi ishara milta ya waswasa sunayi deta...
Buhat isharay thay, aur beshumar waswasay, meray ghatya dost.
Main aap ko sabit kar sakta hun Aaqa, humaray tareeqay ab tak qaim hain.
Yeh hai mera asal chehra jo aap ki ghair maujudgi mein dikhaya...
yeh hai mera asal naqab.
Main lotta tha.
Khauf ki wajha se, wafadari nahi.
Magar tum sabse ziada meray kaam aye in pichlay kuch mah mein, Wormtail.
Shukriya, master.
Shukriya.
-Kitna khoobsurat naujawan hai. -Matt chhuo usay!
Harry.
Main tou bhool hee gaya tha ke tum bhi ho yahan.
Meray baap ki hadiyon par kharay.
Haan.
Main zaroor milwata
magar tum tou aaj kal mujhse bhi ziada mashoor ho.
Woh larka jo hua karta tha.
Kis tarah ki jhooti dastan hai tumhari, Harry.
Kya main tumhein bataun jo aaj se 13 saal pehlay hua tha?
Kya main batao ke mainay apni taqat kaisay khoyi thi?
Haan, batata hun?
Muhabat ki khaatir.
Jab pyari Lily Potter ne apni jaan ki qurbani di thi
apnay ikhlotay betay keliye, jisay usnay behadh mehfuz rakha.
Isay haath nahi laga sakta tha.
Qadeemi jaadu tha.
Mujhay na jaanay kaisay nahi nazar aya.
Magar koi baat nahi.
Ab waqt waisa nahi.
Ab main tumhein...
chhooh sakta hun.
Zabardast.
Tumharay khoon ke chand qatray kya kya kamal dikha saktay hain na Harry?
Apni wand uthao, Potter.
Mainay bola, uthao! Utho! Utho!
Tumhein larna tou sikhaya hoga, haina?
Pehlay hum jhuk kar aik doosray se milengay.
Chalo, Harry. Adab o ehteram ke saath karna chahye.
Dumbledore nahi chahay ga ke tum saari tameez o tehzeeb bhool jao, haina?
Mainay bola, jhuko!
-Ab behtar hai. Aur ab... -Nahi.
Crucio!
Shabash, Harry.
Tumharay waldein kitnay khush hongay aaj.
Khaas taur se tumhari gundi Muggle mother.
Expelliar...
Main ab tumhein maarnay wala hun, Harry Potter.
Tumhein khatam kar dunga.
Aaj raat ke baad sab mujhse nazrein jhuka kar baat karengay.
Aaj ke baad, agar koi bhi tumhara zikr karega
woh sirf yeh karega ke kis tarah tumnay...
apni maut ki bheek maangi thi.
Aur main, aik rehemdil Lord...
ne qubool ki.
Chalo utho!
Apni peet nahi dikhao mujhay, Harry Potter!
Main chahta hun tum mujhay dekho, jab main tumhari jaan lun!
Main tumhari rooh nikalta dekhna chahta hun.
Theek hai.
-Expelliarmus! -Avada Kedavra!
Koi kuch nahi karega! Yeh mera shikaar hai!
Harry, jab ye milaap tootay, tou Portkey ki taraf jaana.
Hum thori dair ke liye aa saktay hain taakay tumhein thora waqt mil jaye
bus thori dair keliye. Tum samjhay?
Harry, meri laash ko wapis le jana, theek hai?
Meri laash meray baap ko dedena.
Chhor dou.
Meri jaan, tum tayar ho.
Chhor dou! Chor dou!
Accio!
Nahi!
Usnay kar dikhaya!
Harry!
Nahi! Nahi! Nahi!
Khuda ka wasta, Dumbledore, kya hua?
Woh agaya hai. Woh agaya hai.
Voldemort agaya hai.
Cedric, ne mujhay bola ke uski laash le jao.
Wahan nahi chhor sakta tha.
Kuch nahi hota, Harry. Koi baat nahi.
Woh ghar agaya. Tum bhi.
Sab apni nashiston par rahein. Aik larka jaan kho betha hai.
Is ko yahan se le jaana hoga, Dumbledore. Buhat log hain.
Jaanay dou, mujhay!
Yeh mera beta hai!
-Chalo. Utho. Araam se, araam se! -Nahi.
Tumhein yahan is waqt nahi hona chahye. Chalo!
Nahi!
Main hun tumharay saath.
Main hun tumharay saath!
Nahi!
Kya tum theek ho, Potter?
Kya dard horaha hai?
Ab itna nahi horaha hai.
Mujhay dekhnay dou.
Cup aik Portkey tha.
Kisi ne uspay jaadu kiya hua tha.
Kaisa tha?
-Kaisa tha? -Kon?
Dark Lord.
Uski maujudgi mein kaisa laga?
Pata nahi.
Aisa laga ke main apnay khuab mein phas gaya hun...
Kisi buray khuab mein.
Kya aur koi tha wahan?
Qabristan mein aur koi tha?
Main...
Mainay qabristan ki tou koi baat nahi ki, professor.
"Kya aaleeshaan janwar hotay hain, dragons, haina?"
Tumhein kya lagta hai ke kya woh gadha tumhein jhaariyon mein le jaata
agar usay mainay naa kaha hota tou?
Cedric Diggory ne tumhein woh anda paani mein kholnay ko kaha tha
jo usay mainay bataya tha.
Neville Longbottom jaisa darpok...
tumhein gillyweed kahan se laa kar deta agar usay mein woh kitab nahi deta
jo usay wahan tak le gayi?
Woh tum thay shuru se.
Mera naam Aag kay Jaam mein tum nay daala.
-Krum par jaadu kiya, magar tum... -"Magar... Magar..."
Tum meri wajha se jeetay ho, Potter.
Tum us qabristan mein is liye gaye kyun ke aisa hee hona tha.
Aur ab kaam hogaya hai.
Ab yeh khoon jo tumhari raggo mein daur raha hai woh Dark Lord ka hai.
Socho ke mera kya inaam hoga agar usay khabar hojaye...
ke mainay hamesha hamesha ke liye...
azeem Harry Potter ko khatam kardiya.
Expelliarmus!
Severus.
Haan. Piyo, piyo!
Jaantay ho main kon hun?
Albus Dumbledore.
-Kya tum Alastor Moody ho? Batao? -Nahi.
Kya woh yahan maujud hai? Kya woh yahan maujud hai?
Harry, hatto wahan se!
Tum theek ho, Alastor?
Mujhay maaf karna, Albus.
Agar yeh Moody hai. Tou phir woh...?
Polyjuice Potion.
Ab pata chala ke kon tumharay stores se chori kar raha tha, Severus.
Abhi nikaaltay hain tumhein bahar.
Harry!
Barty Crouch Junior.
Main apna dikaonga agar tum apna dikhatay ho.
Tumhara bazu, Harry.
Iska matab tou jaantay ho na?
Woh aagaya hai.
Lord Voldemort ki amad hogayi hai.
Main maafi chahta hun, sir. Main kuch kar nahi paya.
Aik uloo ko Azkaban bhejo.
Unka ka aik mafroor qaidi pakra gaya hai.
-Mera istiqbaal bator hero hoga. -Ho sakta hai.
Meray paas heroes ke liye itna waqt nahi.
Aaj humein be hadh...
gham hai is baray nuqsan ka.
Cedric Diggory aik, intehayi...
mehenti...
usool pasand...
aur sab se ziada ehem baat...
aik mukhlis dost tha.
Ab yeh jaan'na aap ka haq hai ke uski maut akhir hui kaisay.
Aap sab ko batao ke...
Cedric Diggory ka qatal kiya gaya hai...
Lord Voldemort ke haathon!
Ministry of Magic nahi chahti hai ke main aap ko yeh khabar doun.
Magar aisa na kar ke uski yaad ko hum thais pohonchayengay.
Ab yeh jo dard hai...
hum sab ke seenon mein is nuqsan ka...
yeh aik yaad dihani hai ke...
hum beshak aik doosray se buhat alag hain, aur mukhtalif zubanon ke hain...
par humara dil aik hai.
Is tamam waqiyat ki roshni mein...
jo humnay dostiyan banayi hain woh aur mazboot hongi
aagay aanay walay saalon mein.
Yaad rakhna ke Cedric Diggory ki maut rayega nahi jayegi.
Yaad rakhna...
aur hum uski yaad manayengay, us larkay ki jo...
rehem dil tha, sacha tha...
aur bahadur raha akhir dum tak.
Mujhay yeh parday kabhi pasand nahi aye.
Chautay saal mein aag laga di thi.
Ghalti se, zahir hai.
Mainay tumhein buhat khatray mein daal diya is saal, Harry.
Mujhay maaf karna.
Professor...
jab main qabristan mein tha tou, aik aisa waqt tha...
jab meri aur Voldemort ki wand apas mein jurr gayi thi.
Priori Incantatem.
Tumnay apnay waldein ko dekha tha na?
Woh wapis aye thay?
Kisi kisam ka jaadu murdon ko nahi jaga sakta, Harry. Tum tou yeh jaantay hona.
Buhat mushkil waqt aanay wala hai.
Jald humein faisla karna hoga ke kya sahi hai aur kya ghalat hai.
Aik baat yaad rakhna...
yahan tumharay dost maujood hain.
Tum akelay nahi ho.
Hermione.
Yeh tumharay liye hai.
Likhna na bhoolna. Waada karo.
Alvida.
Alvida, Ron.
Lagta hai kabhi aisa koi saal naa hoga
jis mein Hogwarts mein kuch aisa waisa na ho?
-Nahi. -Nahi.
Haan, main bhi yehi soch raha tha.
Aray, waisay kuch dragons ke baghair zindagi mazedar kahan?
Ab sab kuch badal jayega, haina?
Haan.
Wada karo ke tum dounon likhna nahi bhoologay.
Main tou nahi bhoolunga. Tum tou jaanti hogi.
-Harry likhega, haina? -Haan, har haftay.