Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Bloody kids.

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 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.

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 go 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 a 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! After three. One, two... Harry!

...three!

Let go, kids!

What?! Let go!

I'll bet that cleared your sinuses, eh?

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.

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! 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! Yes!

Who's that?

That, sis, is the best Seeker in the world.

Krum! Krum! Krum!

Krum!

Yes!

Good evening!

As Minister for Magic...

...it gives me great pleasure...

...to welcome each and every one 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 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 conjured it?

Crouch, 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 people 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?

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?

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 Triwizard 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...

...the 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 proud 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 traveled a long way.

They will need attending to. Don't worry, Madame Maxime.

Our gamekeeper, 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 is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament.

But to do this, that student must survive three tasks.

Three extremely dangerous tasks.

Wicked. Wicked.

For this reason, the Ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule.

To explain all this...

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