Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Page #4

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? Is 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, 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'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. 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.

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