Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Voldemort: How fastidious you've become, Wormtail. As I recall, you once called the nearest gutter pipe home. Could it be that the task of nursing me has become wearisome enough for you? Wormtail: Oh, no. No, no, my Lord Voldemort. I only meant… perhaps, if we were to do it without the boy. Voldemort: No! The boy is everything! It cannot be done without him. And it will be done. Exactly as I said. Barty Crouch Jr.: I will not disappoint you, my Lord. Voldemort: Good. First, gather our old comrades. Send them a sign. [his snake, Nagini, slithers by Frank, and whispers to him in Parseltongue as she enters the room] Nagini tells me the old Muggle caretaker is standing just outside the door. [Wormtail walks up to the doorway and looks at Frank as he takes a few steps back] Step aside, Wormtail, so I can give our guest a proper greeting. [Wormtail steps out of the way] AVADA KEDAVRA! [blasts a killing spell at Frank, killing him as the kettle on the stove whistles loudly] Hermione: [appeari

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Harry: Ron, where are we actually going? Ron: Don't know. Hey, Dad! Where are we going? Arthur: Haven't the foggiest. Keep up! Amos: Arthur! It's about time, son. Arthur: Sorry, Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start. [Ron yawns] This is Amos Diggory, everyone. Works with me at the Ministry. [Cedric, Amos' son, drops down from a tree] And this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right? Cedric: [shakes hands with him] Yes, sir. This way. Amos: [surprised when he meets Harry for the first time] Merlin's beard! You must be Harry Potter. Harry: Yes, sir. Amos: [as he and Harry shake hands; honored] Great, great pleasure. Harry: Pleasure to meet you too, sir. Amos: Yes, it's, uh, just over there. Arthur: Shall we? Amos: Oh, yeah. Arthur: We don't wanna be late. Amos: Come on. Nearly there now. Get yourself into a good position. Harry: Why are they all standing around that manky old boot? Fred: That isn't just any manky old boot, mate. George: It's a Portkey. Arthur: Time to go! H

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Ron: Blimey, Dad! How far up are we? Lucius: [Standing below them] Well, put it this way. If it rains, you'll be the first to know. Draco: Father and I are in the Minister's box. A personal invitation from Cornelius Fudge himself! Lucius: Don't boast, Draco. [Nudges him with his stick] There is no need with these people. [to Harry, while he pins his sweatshirt to a banister with his silver-snake-metal walking stick] Do enjoy yourself, won't you? While you can.

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Fred: Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on. Arthur: [entering the tent after seeing what's happening outside] Stop! Stop it! It's not the Irish. We've got to get out of here. Now. Man: GET OUT, IT'S THE DEATH EATERS! Arthur: Get back to the Portkey, everybody, and stick together! Fred, George! Ginny is your responsibility. GO! Hermione: Harry!

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Trolley Lady: Anything from the trolley, dears? Ron: Packet of Drooble's and a Licorice Wand. [then changes his mind] On second thought, just the Drooble's. Harry: It's all right, I'll get it. Don't worry. Ron: Just the Drooble's. Thanks. Cho: [appearing with two other girls] Two Pumpkin Pasties, please. [Harry looks at her and she smiles shyly at him as the Trolley Lady gives her the Pumpkin Pasties] Thank you. Trolley Lady: [to Harry] Anything sweet for you, dear? Harry: Oh, no, I'm not hungry. Thank you. [sits back down in the compartment] Hermione: This is horrible. How can the Ministry not know who conjured it? Isn't there any security or…? Ron: Loads, according to Dad. That's what worried them so much. Happened right under their noses.

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Ron: [after "Alastor (Mad-Eye) Moody" shows up and clears the storm cloud in the Great Hall's ceiling] Bloody hell. It's Mad-Eye Moody. Hermione: Alastor Moody? The Auror? Dean: Auror? Ron: 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. Dumbledore: [shakes hands with him] My dear old friend. Thanks for coming. Seamus: [curious] What's that he's drinkin', do you suppose? Harry: [unsure] I don't know, but I don't think it's pumpkin juice. Barty Crouch Sr.: [facing all the students] After due consideration, The Ministry has concluded that for their own safety, no student under the age of 17 shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament. This decision is final. Fred and George: <big>THAT'S RUBBISH!</big> Dumbledore: <big>SILENCE!!!</big> Hermione: [as everyone silences down] They're not happy about that, then. Dumbledore: [raises his wand, dissolving the casket to reveal a blue-flame

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