Don't you turn your back on me Harry Potter! I want you to look at me when I kill you! I want to see the light leave your eyes!
Avada Kedavra!
Harry Potter
Daniel Radcliffe · 28 quotes
Ron Weasley
Rupert Grint · 22 quotes
Albus Dumbledore
Michael Gambon · 20 quotes
Hermione
Emma Watson · 17 quotes
Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody
Brendan Gleeson · 14 quotes
Lord Voldemort
Ralph Fiennes · 10 quotes
Professor McGonagall
Maggie Smith · 7 quotes
Sirius Black
Gary Oldman · 5 quotes
Barty Crouch Jr.
Roger Lloyd Pack · 3 quotes
Fred
James Phelps · 3 quotes
Ginny
Bonnie Wright · 3 quotes
Most scenes together: Harry Potter & Ron Weasley (8), Harry Potter & Hermione (8), Ron Weasley & Hermione (8)
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire quotes
Page 3 of 7[to the Death Eaters as they appear in Little Hangleton Graveyard]
Welcome, my friends. Thirteen years it's been, and yet, here you stand before me, as though it were only yesterday. I confess myself... disappointed. Not one of you tried to find me. [He unmasks the Death Eaters one by one and as he does they fall to their knees] Crabbe! Gah, Macnair! Goyle! Not even you, Lucius. [He pulls off Lucius' mask who falls to his knees]
Lucius Malfoy My Lord, had I detected any sign; a whisper of your whereabouts –
Oh, there were signs, my slippery friend, and more than whispers!
Lucius Malfoy I assure you, my Lord, I have never renounced the old ways! The face I have been obliged to present each day since your... absence – that... is my true mask.
Trolley Lady [Aboard the Hogwarts Express… Hermione is reading article on the Daily Prophet about the Death Eater attack and the conjuring of the Dark Mark with the headline reading: "Terror at the Quidditch World Cup" before Trolley Lady approaches the trio's compartment, pushing a trolley of sweets]
Anything from the trolley, dears?
Packet of Drooble's and a Licorice Wand. [then changes his mind] On second thought, just the Drooble's.
It's all right, I'll get it. Don't worry.
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?
Oh, no, I'm not hungry. Thank you. [sits back down in the compartment]
This is horrible. How can the Ministry not know who conjured it? Isn't there any security or…?
Loads, according to Dad. That's what worried them so much. Happened right under their noses.
[Dumbledore, Barty Crouch Sr., Filch, Igor Karkaroff, and Madame Maxime enter the tent of the first task of the tournament after Hermione encourages Harry to stay focused and to support him]
Good day, champions! Gather around, please. Now, you've waited, you've wondered, and at last, the moment has arrived. The moment only four of you can fully appreciate. [notices Hermione; surprised] What are you doing here, Miss Granger?
Oh, um… Sorry, I'll just go. [leaves the tent]
Barty, the bag.
[holding a bag of dragons]
Champions, in a circle around me. Miss Delacour, over. Mr. Krum. And, uh, Potter, Mr. Potter, over here. That's right. Now… Miss Delacour, if you will. [Fleur sticks her hand in the bag and takes out a tiny green dragon] The Welsh Green. Mr. Krum. [Krum takes out another dragon from the bag] The Chinese Fireball. Ooh… [Cedric takes out another dragon] The Swedish Short-Snout. Which leaves…
What's that, boy?
Nothing. [sticks his hand in the bag and takes out the Horntail dragon]
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. [to Cedric] Mr. Diggory, at the sound of the cannon, you may…
[Filch fires the cannon prematurely]
I don't have much time, Harry, so let me get straight to it. Did you or did you not put your name into the Goblet of Fire?
No!
Shh… I had to ask. Now, tell me about this dream of yours. You mentioned Wormtail and Voldemort. But who was the third man in the room?
I don't know.
You didn't hear a name?
No. Voldemort was giving him a job to do. Something important.
And what was that?
He wanted… me. I don't know why, but he was gonna use this man to get to me. But, I mean, it was only a dream, right?
Yes. It's just a dream. Look, Harry. The Death Eaters at the World Cup, your name rising from that goblet, these are not just coincidences. Hogwarts isn't safe anymore.
What are you saying?
I'm saying the devils are inside the walls. Igor Karkaroff? He was a Death Eater and no one, no one stops being a Death Eater. Then there's Barty Crouch, heart of stone, sent his own son to Azkaban.
Do you think one of them put my name in the goblet?
I haven't a clue who put your name in that goblet, Harry, but whoever did is no friend to you. People die in this tournament.
I'm not ready for this, Sirius.
You don't have a choice.
Someone's coming.
Keep your friends close, Harry.
Seamus [Harry had just eaten the Gillyweed and is developing finned feet, hands and gills underwater; On the docks, Neville, Dean and Seamus are watching what is happening underwater]
What's the matter with him?
Dean I don't know. I can't see him.
Neville [horrified, with his back to the lake]
Oh, my God! I've killed Harry Potter!
[Harry does a flip in the air while Neville's back is still turned; Dean and Seamus cheer]
Fleur [Harry has been given a towel to dry up after saving both Ron and Fleur's sister, Gabrielle] [rushing up to Harry with her sister]
You saved her, even though she was not yours to save. My little sister. Thank you! [kisses Harry on both cheeks before turning to Ron] And you, you helped.
Well, yeah, a bit. [Fleur kisses Ron on both cheeks as well] Merci.
Barty Crouch Sr.
[Harry is in a memory of Dumbledore's using the pensieve]
Igor Karkaroff, you have been brought from Azkaban at your own request. Should your testament prove consequential we may be willing to order your eminent release. Until such time you will remain in the eyes of the Ministry convicted Death Eater. Do you accept these terms?
Igor Karkaroff I do sir.
Barty Crouch Sr.
What do you wish to offer?
Igor Karkaroff I have names, sir. There was a Rosier, Evan Rosier.
Barty Crouch Sr.
Rosier is dead.
Barty Crouch Sr.
Is that all you have to offer?
Igor Karkaroff Wait! I have more! There was Rookwood.
Barty Crouch Sr.
Augustus Rookwood of the Department of Mysteries?
Igor Karkaroff Yes, the same. He gave information to You-Know-Who from inside the Ministry itself.
Barty Crouch Sr.
Very well, the council will deliberate. Until such time you will return to Azakaban.
Igor Karkaroff Wait, wait. I have more. What about Snape, Severus Snape?
I have given evidence on this matter. Snape was indeed a Death Eater prior to Lord Voldemort's downfall turned spy gave a great personal risk. Today he's no more a Death Eater than I am.
Igor Karkaroff Lies! He is still faithful to the Dark Lord.
Barty Crouch Sr.
Silence! Unless the witness has any genuine name of consequents this section is now concluded.
Igor Karkaroff [Barty Crouch Junior stands up and starts to leave]
Oh no no. I heard one more. I know for sure that this man took part in the torture by use of the Cruciatus curse of the Auror Frank Longbottom and his wife.
Barty Crouch Sr.
The name. Give me the wrenched name!
Igor Karkaroff Barty Crouch [Gasps from the crowd, Karkaroff pauses for effect] Junior.
[Barty Crouch Jr. tries to escape but is attacked by a spell used by Alastor Moody]
Get off of me you pathetic little men, [He is brought before his father] Hello, father. [flicks his tongue]
Barty Crouch Sr.
You're no son of mine.
[Harry, Hermione, and the Weasleys leave the Burrow and walk into the woods with Arthur leading them]
Ron, where are we actually going?
Don't know. Hey, Dad! Where are we going?
Arthur Haven't the foggiest. Keep up!
Amos [They meet up with Amos Diggory]
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.
Yes, sir.
Amos [as he and Harry shake hands; honored]
Great, great pleasure.
Pleasure to meet you too, sir.
Amos [The group walks toward a portkey in a grassy slope]
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.
Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?
That isn't just any manky old boot, mate.
George It's a Portkey.
Arthur Time to go!
What's a Portkey?
[Harry, Hermione, and the Weasleys walk up to the Top Box of the Quidditch World Cup stadium]
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.
[Last lines; The students of Hogwarts say farewell to the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang schools as they depart, while Harry, Ron, and Hermione watch from the side]
Do you think we'll ever just have a quiet year at Hogwarts?
Yeah, I didn't think so. Oh, well, what's life without a few dragons?
Everything's going to change now, isn't it?
Yes.
Promise you'll write this summer, both of you.
Oh, I won't. You know I won't.
Harry will, won't you?
[sarcastically]
Yeah, every week.
[Smiling, arm in arm, the three friends hurry outside to see off the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang schools]
[Moody has just finished his Imperius Curse demonstration on an enlarged spider by sending it flying around the classroom]
Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only did You-Know-Who's bidding... under the influence of the Imperius Curse. But here's the rub: How do we sort out the liars? Another, another. Longbottom, is it? Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for Herbology.
Neville [Nervously]
There's the, um, the Cruciatus Curse.
Correct! Correct! Come. The Torture Curse. [Aims his wand at the spider] Crucio!
[The spider makes a terrifying squealing sound, seriously bothering Neville, who is watching it up close]
Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him? Stop it!
[Snaps back into reality; Walks over and places the spider on Hermione's desk]
Perhaps you could give us the last Unforgivable curse, Miss Granger. [Hermione shakes her head] No? [Points his wand at the spider] Avada Kedavra! [The spider falls, dead. Harry is watching from a desk across.]
[Moody has turned Draco Malfoy into a ferret for trying to curse Harry]
Professor Moody, what are you doing?
Is that a... Is that a student?
Technically, It's a ferret.
[Nigel offers Ron a parcel that was being delivered from his mother]
Oh, look, Mum sent me something. [unwraps the parcel and opens it, revealing a hideous brown garment] Mum sent me dress.
Well, it does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet? [pulls out a white bonnet from the parcel] Aha!
Nose down, Harry. [walks over to Ginny] Ginny, these must be for you.
I'm not wearing that. It's ghastly.
They're not for Ginny. They're for you. [Fred, George, and other Gryffindors laugh] Dress robes.
Dress robes? For what?
[Professor Moody's first lesson]
Alastor Moody. [Writes his name on the board] Ex-auror, Ministry malcontent... and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story, good-bye, the end. Any questions? [No one raises their hand] When it comes to the Dark Arts, I believe in a practical approach. But first, who can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?
Three, sir.
Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them will...
Earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban. Correct! The Ministry of Magic says you're too young to see what these curses do. I say different. You need to know what you're up against! You need to be prepared! [Seamus takes some gum out and puts it under his desk] You need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the under-side of your desk, Mr. Finnegan!
Seamus Finnegan
[Whispering]
No way. The old codger can see in the back of his head.
[Throws the piece of chalk at Seamus]
AND HEAR ACROSS CLASSROOMS!! Now, which curse shall we see first? WEASLEY!!!
Yes!?
Stand! Give us a curse.
Well, my dad did tell me about one. The Imperius Curse.
Oh, yeah. Your father would know all about that. Gave the Ministry a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why.