My father will hear about this!
Was that a threat?!
Professor Moody--
Moody: IS THAT A THREAT?!!
Alastor!
I COULD TELL YOU STORIES ABOUT YOUR FATHER THAT WOULD CURL EVEN YOUR GREASY HAIR, BOY!!!
Alastor!
IT DOESN'T END HERE!!!!
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My father will hear about this!
Was that a threat?!
Professor Moody--
Moody: IS THAT A THREAT?!!
Alastor!
I COULD TELL YOU STORIES ABOUT YOUR FATHER THAT WOULD CURL EVEN YOUR GREASY HAIR, BOY!!!
Alastor!
IT DOESN'T END HERE!!!!
This can't go on, Albus. First the Dark Mark, now this?
What do you suggest, Minerva?
Put an end to it. Don't let Potter compete.
You heard Barty. The rules are clear.
Well, the devil with Barty. And his rules. And since when did you accomodate the Ministry?
Headmaster, I too find it difficult to believe this mere coincidince. However, if we are to truly discover the meaning of these events, perhaps we should, for the time being... let them unfold.
What? Do nothing? Offer him up as bait? Potter is a boy, not a piece of meat!
I agree... with Severus. Alastor, keep an eye on Harry, will you?
I can do that.
Don't let him know, though. He must be anxious enough as it is... knowing what lies ahead. Then again, we all are.
I reckon you'd have to be barking mad to put your name in the Goblet of Fire.
Caught on, have you? Took you long enough.
Well, I'm the not only 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.
May I have your arm?
Arm? Leg? I'm yours!
Professor Moody, what are you doing?
Is that a... Is that a student?
Technically, It's a ferret.
Alastor! [Moody listens] We never use Tranfiguration as a punishment! Surely, Professor Dumbledore told you that.
Might've mentioned it.
Well, you will do well to remember it.
[As McGonnagall walks away, Moody sticks his tongue out at her, behind her back]
She looks beautiful!
Who is that?
That, sis, is the best seeker in the world!
KRUM!!!
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!
What are those!? What are those?
My dress robes.
Well they're all right! No lace, no dodgy little collar...
Well, I expect yours are more... traditional—
Ron Traditional?! They're ancient! I look like my great aunt Tessie. [sniffs clothing in armpit area] I smell like my great aunt Tessie!
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
Look, Harry… the Death Eaters at the world cup, your name rising from that goblet, these aren't just coincidences, Hogwarts isn't safe anymore.
Well, lads, we've done it.
Cooked it up just this morning.
Oh yeah? And why's that, Granger?
You see this? This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself.
So?
So, a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dimwitted as an aging potion.
Ah, but that's why it's so brilliant.
Because it's so pathetically dimwitted.
Ready, Fred?
Ready, George.
Bottoms up.
You said…
You said…
[They roll around fighting on the floor and the crowd cheers. The room suddenly becomes silent as Viktor Krum walks in and puts his name in the flame. He looks at Hermione and she smiles]
You know Sirius will want to hear about this. What you saw at the World Cup and the dream.