Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (film)

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Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire is a 2005 film directed by Mike Newell and starring Daniel Radcliffe as Harry Potter, Rupert Grint as Ron Weasley, and Emma Watson as Hermione Granger, based on the book of the same title by J.K. Rowling.

Directed by Mike Newell. Screenplay by Steve Kloves, based on the novel of the same name by J.K. Rowling.

Harry Potter[edit]

  • I didn't put my name in that cup... I don't want eternal glory. I just want to be...
  • [Walks into the tent at the World Cup] I love magic.
  • [On attempting to ask girls out] Why do they have to travel in packs? And how are you supposed to get one alone long enough to ask them?
  • [To Voldemort] Have it your way.
  • [Dueling against Voldemort] Expelliarmus!
  • My eyes aren't glistening with the ghosts of my past!

Lord Voldemort[edit]

  • The Boy Who Lived. How lies have fed your legend, Harry! Shall I reveal what really happened that night thirteen years ago? Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers? [Whispers] Yes, shall I? It was love. You see, when sweet, dear, Lily Potter gave her life for her only son, she provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch him. It was old magic, something I should have foreseen. But no matter, no matter, things have changed. I can touch you... now! Astounding what a few drops of your blood will do eh, Harry?
  • Pick up your wand, Potter! I said pick it up! Get it up, get it up! You've been taught how to duel, I presume? First, we bow to each other. Come now, Harry. The niceties must be observed. Dumbledore wouldn't want you to forget your manners, would he? I said, bow!
  • Atta boy, Harry! Your parents would be proud, especially your filthy Mudblood mother!
  • I'm going to kill you, Harry Potter. I'm going to destroy you. After tonight, no one will ever again question my powers. After tonight, if they speak of your name, they'll speak only of how you begged for death, and I, being a merciful lord... obliged.
  • [when Harry hides behind a gravestone] 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!
  • [To the onlooking Death Eaters during Priori Incantatem] Do nothing! He's mine to finish!
  • NO!!
  • [The Death Eaters appear] 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! Macnair! Goyle! Not even you, Lucius. [He pulls off Lucius' mask who falls to his knees]
  • Kill the spare.
  • The other arm, Wormtail.

Hermione Granger[edit]

  • [After a long list of people tell her to tell someone something, Harry does the same] I'M NOT AN OWL!
  • [to Ron] Next time there's a ball, pluck up the courage and ask me before somebody else does, and not as a last resort!
  • [When Ron snaps at her when she asks if he wants to join her and Viktor] What's got your wand in a knot?
  • Ron, you spoiled everything!
  • Your wand, Harry! Your wand!

Ron Weasley[edit]

  • Murder me, Harry.
  • [repeated line] Bloody hell!
  • [to Harry] Piss off.
  • [bitterly] That's me. Ron Weasley, Harry Potter's stupid friend.
  • Something's about to burst out of Eloise Midgen but I don't think it's going to be a swan.
  • I look like my Great Aunt Tessie! [pause] Smell like my Great Aunt Tessie...!
  • [After Fleur kisses him.] Merci.
  • D'you think we'll ever just have a quiet year at Hogwarts?

Albus Dumbledore[edit]

  • Dark and difficult times lie ahead, Harry. Soon we must all face the choice, between what is right and what is easy.
  • I keep looking for some mistake, some sign, some clue as to why these terrible things are happening, but everytime I get close to an answer, IT SLIPS AWAY, it's maddening.
  • [Enters the tent of the First Task] Welcome today, champions. Now you've waited, you've wondered, and finally, the moment has arrived. A moment only four of you can fully appreciate. [notices Hermione in the tent] What are you doing here, Miss Granger?
  • (In the great hall speaking to the staff and students; his eulogy for Cedric) Today... we acknowledge a really terrible loss... Cedric Diggory was as you all know, exceptionally hard-working, infinitely fair-minded, and a fierce, fierce friend. Now I believe you all have the right to know exactly how he died. (getting up) You see, Cedric Diggory was murdered! By Lord Voldemort! The Ministry of Magic, does not wish me to tell you this. But not doing so I think would be an insult to his memory. Now the pain we all feel, reminds me... reminds us. That though we may come from different places, and speak in different tongues. Our hearts beat as one. The bonds of friendship we made this year, will be more important than ever. You remember that, and Cedric Diggory would not have died in vain. You remember that, and we will celebrate a boy... who was kind, and honest, and fair, and true. Right to the very end.

Barty Crouch Jr. as Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody[edit]

  • Alastor Moody. Ex-Auror, Ministry malcontent, and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions?
  • Marvelous creatures, dragons, aren't they?
  • What was it like... What was like to stand in his presence?
  • BARTEMIUS... not trying lure Potter into one of your summer internships, are we? Last boy that went in the Department of Mysteries never came out.
  • [Malfoy is about to curse Harry for calling him pathetic] Oh, no you don't, sonny! [Turns him into a ferret] I'll teach you to curse somebody when their back is turned! [Flips him up and down in the air] You stinking, cowardly, scummy...!
  • [to Malfoy] I could tell you stories about your father that would curl even your greasy hair, boy!
  • And hear across classrooms
  • You need somewhere else to put your chewing gum besides the underside of your desk, Mr. Finnegan.
  • Will earn you a one way ticket to Azkaban. Correct.
  • WEASLEY! Stand

Sirius Black[edit]

  • (In the letter) P.S. (owl bites Harry) The bird bites.
  • I have no idea who put your name in that goblet Harry, but whoever did is not a friend to you. People die in this tournament.
  • If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.

Others[edit]

  • Neville Longbottom: Oh my God, I've killed Harry Potter!
  • Wormtail: Bone of the father, unwillingly given. Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed. Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken. The Dark Lord shall rise again.
  • Barty Crouch Jr.: I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
  • Fred Weasley::Well done dragon!!
  • Draco Malfoy: [lounging up in a tree] Father and I have a bet, you see. I don't think you're gonna last ten minutes in this tournament. [jumps down from tree] He disagrees. He thinks you won't last five.
  • Cedric Diggory: Hey, listen... About the badges. I've asked them not to wear them.
  • Amos Diggory: Let me though. Let me though!(runs from the crowd)That's my son! That's my boy! My boy!(cries over Cedric's dead body, Dumbldore tries to comfort him.) No. No. NO!(continues crying.)
  • Rubeus Hagrid: As a matter of fact I have. You might want to try the same thing now and again.

Dialogues[edit]

Harry Potter: Ron, where are we actually going?
Ron Weasley: Don’t know. Hey, Dad! Where are we going?
Arthur Weasley: Haven’t the foggiest!

Ron Weasley: [walking to the Top Box] Blimey, Dad. How far up are we?
Lucius Malfoy: [standing below them] Well, put it this way: If it rains; you’ll be the first to know.
Draco Malfoy: Father and I are sitting in the Minister's box. A personal invitation from Cornelius Fudge himself!
Lucius Malfoy: Don't boast, Draco. [nudges him with his stick] There is no need with this people.

Ginny: [pointing at a particalarly showy Quidditch player] Who is that?
Fred/George: That, sis, is the best seeker in the world!
Everyone: KRUM!!!

["Professor Moody"'s first lesson]
Barty Crouch Jr.: (as Mad-Eye) 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?
Hermione: Three, sir.
Crouch: (as Mad-Eye) [Writes "Unforgiveable" on a blackboard] And they are so named?
Hermione: Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them will...
Crouch: (as Mad-Eye) [finishing her sentence] Earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban. Correct! The Ministry 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. Finnigan!
Seamus Finnigan: [Whispering] No way. The old codger can see in the back of his head.
Crouch: (as Mad-Eye) [Throws the piece of chalk at Seamus] And hear across classrooms! So, which curse shall we see first? WEASLEY!
Ron: Yes?!
Crouch: (as Mad-Eye) Stand! Give us a curse.
Ron: Well, my dad did tell me about one. The Imperius Curse.
Crouch: (as Mad-Eye) 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.

[Crouch has just finished his Imperius Curse demonstration on an enlarged spider by sending it flying around the classroom]
Crouch: (as Mad-Eye) 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.
Crouch: (as Mad-Eye) Correct! Correct! Come Come. [the spider comes back] Particularly nasty. 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]
Hermione: Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him? Stop it!
Crouch: (as Mad-Eye) [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] Um... [Points his wand at the spider] Avada Kedavra! [The spider falls, unmarked but dead. Harry is watching from a desk across.] The Killing Curse. [looks at Harry] Only one person is known to have survived it... and he's sitting in this room.

Olympe Maxime: It's wrong, I tell you!
Igor Karkaroff: You French tart! Everything is a conspiracy theory with you!
Albus Dumbledore: Quiet! I can't think!
Karkaroff: Everything is a conspiracy theory!
Maxime: I protest!
Dumbledore: Harry!
Maxime: I protest!
Dumbledore: Harry. [Grabs him] Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?
Harry: No, sir.
Dumbledore: Did you ask one of the older students to do it for you?
Harry: No, sir.
Dumbledore: You're absolutely sure?
Harry: Yes. Yes, sir.
Maxime: But of course he is lying!
Barty Crouch Jr.: (as Mad-Eye Moody) The hell he is! The Goblet of Fire is an exceptionally powerful magical object. Only an exceptionally powerful Confundus Charm could have hoodwinked it. Magic way beyond the talents of a fourth-year!
Karkaroff: You seem to have given this a fair bit of thought, Mad-Eye!
Crouch: (as Mad-Eye) [threateningly] It was once my job to think as dark wizards do, Karkaroff. Perhaps you remember?
Dumbledore: This doesn't help, Alastor! Leave this to you, Barty.
Barty Crouch, Sr.: The rules are absolute. The Goblet of Fire constitutes a binding magical contract. Mr. Potter has no choice. He is, as of tonight... a Triwizard champion.

Minerva McGonagall: This can't go on, Albus. First the Dark Mark, now this?
Dumbledore: What do you suggest, Minerva?
McGonagall: Put an end to it. Don't let Potter compete.
Dumbledore: You heard Barty. The rules are clear.
McGonagall: Well, the devil with Barty. And his rules. And since when did you accomodate the Ministry?
Severus Snape: Headmaster, I too find it difficult to believe this mere coincidence. However, if we are to truly discover the meaning of these events, perhaps we should, for the time being... let them unfold.
McGonagall: What? Do nothing? Offer him up as bait? Potter is a boy, not a piece of meat!
Dumbledore: I agree... with Severus. Alastor, keep an eye on Harry, will you?
Crouch: (as Mad-Eye) I can do that.
Dumbledore: Don't let him know, though. He must be anxious enough as it is... knowing what lies ahead. Then again, we all are.

[Rita Skeeter is interviewing Harry in a broom cupboard.]
Rita Skeeter: This is cozy.
Harry: It's a broom cupboard.
Rita: You should feel right at home then. [Forces Harry to a lower part of the cupboard] Don't mind if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill, do you?
Harry: Oh. Uh, no.
Rita: So tell me, Harry. Here you sit, a mere boy of twelve--
Harry: I'm fourteen. Sorry.
Rita: About to compete against three students, not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself, but to have mastered spells you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. Concerned?
Harry: I-I don't know. I haven't really thought about it. [looks at the quill, which is writing on its own]
Rita: Just ignore the quill. Then, of course, you're no ordinary boy of twelve, are you?
Harry: [annoyed] Fourteen.
Rita: Your story's legend. Do you think it was the trauma of your past that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament?
Harry: I didn't enter.
Rita: Of course you didn't. Everyone loves a rebel, Harry. [To the quill] Scratch that last. [the quill obeys] Speaking of your parents, were they alive, how do you think they'd feel? Proud? Or concerned that your attitude shows, at best a pathological need for attention, at worst a psychotic death wish?
Harry: [looks at the quill's notes] Hey! My eyes aren't "glistening with the ghosts of my past"!

[Hermione is delivering a message from Ron to Harry, since neither boy is speaking to each other.]
Hermione: Ronald would like me to tell you that Seamus told him that Dean was told by Parvati that Hagrid is looking for you.
Harry: Is that right? Well... You can tell him... Wait... What?
Hermione: [Goes back to Ron, talks to him quietly for a few seconds, then walks back] Dean was told by Parvati that... that... Please don't ask me to say it again! Hagrid is looking for you. [starts to walk away]
Harry: Well you can tell Ron-
Hermione: [furiously] I'M NOT AN OWL!

Draco Malfoy: Why so tense, Potter? My father and I have a bet, you see. I don't think you're gonna last ten minutes in the tournament... he disagrees. He thinks you won't last five! [laughs]
Harry: [enraged] I don't give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy! He's vile, and cruel... and you're just pathetic.
Draco: Pathetic! I'll show you-!
[Draco is about to curse Harry when 'Moody' appears and turns Draco into a ferret; Professor McGonagall arrives]
McGonagall: Professor Moody, what are you doing?
Crouch: (as Mad-Eye) [Flipping the Malfoy-ferret in the air] Teaching.
McGonagall: [shocked] Is that a... Is that a student?!
Crouch: (as Mad-Eye) Technically, it's a ferret.
McGonagall: Alastor! [Moody listens] We never use Transfiguration as a punishment! Surely, Professor Dumbledore told you that.
Crouch: (as Mad-Eye) Might've mentioned it.
McGonagall: Well, you will do well to remember it.
[As McGonagall walks away, Crouch sticks his tongue out at her, behind her back.]
Draco: [Getting up] My father will hear about this!
Crouch: (as Mad-Eye) WAS THAT A THREAT?!
[Draco turns and runs]
McGonnagall: Professor Moody--
Crouch: (as Mad-Eye) Is that a threat?!
McGonnagall: Alastor!
Crouch: (as Mad-Eye) I could tell you stories about your father that would curl even your greasy hair, boy!

Ron: I reckon you'd have to be barking mad to put your name in the Goblet of Fire.
Harry: Caught on, have you? Took you long enough.
Ron: Well, I'm the not only who thought you'd done it. Everyone was saying it behind your back.
[Harry glares around the room; the others sheepishly avoid his eyes.]
Harry: [sarcastic] Brilliant. That makes me feel loads better.
Ron: Least I warned you about the dragons.
Harry: Hagrid warned me about the dragons.
Ron: 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.
Harry: [confused] ...Who? Who could possibly figure that out? That's completely mental.
Ron: Yeah. Isn't it? I suppose I was a bit distraught.
Hermione: Boys.

McGonagall: The house of Godric Gryffindor has been a beacon in the wizarding world for nearly ten centuries, and I will not have you besmirching it in one night by acting like a bumbling, babbling band of baboons.
George/Fred: [to each other] Try saying that five times fast. [together] Bumbling, babbling band of baboons! Bumbling, babbling band of baboons! Bumbling... [Both walk off screen]

McGonagall: [About the Yule Ball] Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers, longing to burst forth and take flight.
Ron: [To Seamus] Something's about to burst out of Eloise Midgen, but I don't think it's a swan.

[McGonagall is teaching the group how to dance by dancing with Ron]
Harry: [To Fred and George]] Oi! [They lean in to him] You're never gonna let him forget this, are you?
Both: Never.

[Ron and Harry are dressed up for the Yule Ball; Harry has on much more flattering robes.]
Ron: What are those?! What are those?
Harry: My dress robes.
Ron: Well, they're all right! No lace, no dodgy little collar...
Harry: 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!
[They look in the mirror]
Ron: Murder me, Harry.

Parvati: [Looking at Hermione] She looks beautiful!
Harry: [Looking at Cho] Yeah, she does... Wha- [Turns around and sees Hermione coming down the stairs. Noticing how beautiful she really looks, he smiles gently, agreeing with Parvati]

Dumstrang Boy: [To Parvati] May I have your arm?
Parvati: [looks back at Harry then says to the boy] Arm? Leg? I'm yours! [goes to dance with him]

[Hermione is Krum's date at the Yule Ball; Ron is clearly jealous]
Ron: (Talking about Krum) He’s using you.
Hermione: How dare you! Besides, I can take care of myself.
Ron: Doubt it, he’s way too old.
Hermione: What? Is that what you think?
Ron: Yeah, that’s what I think!
Hermione: [on the verge of tears] You know the solution then, don’t you?
Ron: Go on.
Hermione: Next time there’s a ball, pluck up the courage and ask me before somebody else does, and not as a last resort!
Ron: [backs away, knowing she's right] Well... that-that-that... that’s just completely off the point... Harry!
Hermione: Where have you been? Never mind. Off to bed, both of you!
[Harry looks at Ron]
Harry: What's wrong?
Ron: They get scary when they get older.
Hermione: Ron, you spoiled EVERYTHING!! [Breaks down in tears on the stairs]

[Hermione and Harry are talking about the egg from the first task]
Harry: I suppose Viktor's already figured it out.
Hermione: [catching on his meaning] Wouldn't know, we don't actually talk about the tournament. Actually, we don't really talk at all. Viktor's more of a physical being.
[They both start laughing at this Freudian slip]
Hermione: [desperately trying to recover] I just mean he's not particularly loquacious. [Harry looks at her in amusment] Mostly, he watches me study. It's a bit annoying, actually.

[Harry is in a memory of Dumbledore's using the pensieve]
Bartemius Crouch Sr.: Igor Karkaroff, you have been brought from Azkaban at your own request to present evidence to this council. Should your testament prove consequential. Council may be prepared to order your immediate release. Until such time you will remain in the eyes of the Ministry a convicted Death Eater. Do you accept these terms?
Igor Karkaroff: I do, sir.
Bartemius Crouch Sr.: What do you wish to present?
Igor Karkaroff: I have names, sir. There was a Rosier, Evan Rosier.
Bartemius Crouch Sr.: Mr. Rosier is dead.
Igor Karkaroff: Dead?
Alastor Moody: [to Dumbledore] He took a piece of me with him, didn't he?
Igor Karkaroff: I didn't know.
Bartemius Crouch Sr.: If that is all the witness has to offer...
Igor Karkaroff: No! No! There was Rookwood, he was a spy.
Bartemius Crouch Sr.: Augustus Rookwood? Of the Department of Mysteries?
Igor Karkaroff: Ya ya, the same. He passed information to You-Know-Who from inside the Ministry itself.
Bartemius Crouch Sr.: Very well, the council will deliberate. In the meantime you will return to Azakaban.
Igor Karkaroff: NO! WAIT! WAIT! PLEASE! PLEASE!. I have more. What about Snape, Severus Snape?
Dumbledore: As the council is very much aware you have given evidence to this matter. Severus Snape was indeed a Death Eater and prior to Lord Voldemort's downfall turned spy for us at great personal risk. Today he's no more a Death Eater than I am.
Igor Karkaroff: [with demented fury] It's a lie! Severus Snape remains faithful to the Dark Lord!
Bartemius Crouch Sr.: Silence! Unless the witness possesses any genuine name of consequence, this session is now concluded.
[Barty Crouch Jr. stands up and starts to leave]
Igor Karkaroff: Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I heard about one more.
Bartemius Crouch Sr.: What's that?
Igor Karkaroff: The name...
Bartemius Crouch Sr.: Yes?
Igor Karkaroff: I know for a fact that this person took part in the capture, and by means of the Cruciatus curse, torture of the Auror Frank Longbottom and his wife!
Bartemius Crouch Sr.: The name. Give me the wretched name!
Igor Karkaroff: Barty Crouch! [Gasps from the crowd, Karkaroff pauses] Junior.
[Barty Crouch Jr. tries to escape, but is attacked by a spell used by Alastor Moody]
Barty Crouch Jr.: Get your filthy hands off of me, you pathetic little men! [He is brought before his father] Hello, father. [flicks his tongue]
Bartemius Crouch Sr.: [visibly hurt] You are no son of mine.
[Barty Crouch Jr. licks his lips, then screams with rage. He lunges at his father, only to be seized by courtroom officials.]

[Harry has just finished the second task and Hermione has given him her blanket. Harry had rescued Fleur's little sister]
Hermione: Personally, I believe you behaved admirably.
Harry: I finished last, Hermione.
[Hermione kisses him on the head]
Hermione: Next to last. Fleur never got past "ze Grindylows."

Severus Snape: A rather rare herb, gillyweed. Not something found in your everyday garden. Nor is this. [He faces Harry and holds up a small bottle of a clear liquid] Know what it is?
Harry: Bubble juce, sir?
Severus Snape Veritaserum. Three drops of this and the Dark Lord himself would spill his darkest secrets. The use of it in a student is, regrettably, forbidden. However, should you ever steal from my personal stores again my hand might just slip over your morning pumpkin juice.
Harry: I haven't stolen anything.
Snape: Don't... lie to me. Gillyweed may be innocuous, but boomslang skin, lacewing flies? You and your little friends are brewing Polyjuice Potion, and believe me, I'm going to find out why!

Voldemort: [to the Death Eaters] Welcome, my friends. Thirteen years it's been, and yet, here you stand as if it were only yesterday. I confess myself... disappointed. Not one of you tried to find me. [angrily starts ripping off their masks] Crabbe! Macnair! Goyle! Not even you, Lucius.
Lucius Malfoy: My Lord, had I detected any sign; a whisper of your whereabouts--
Voldemort: 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 since your... absence - that is my true mask.

Voldemort: 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!
[Harry, whilst clearly still scared, stands and faces Voldemort]
Harry: Have it your way. Expelliarmus!
Voldemort: (at the exact same moment) Avada Kedavra!

Professor Moody: [mocking Hagrid] "Marvelous creatures, Dragons, aren't they". Do you think that miserable oaf would've sent you into the woods if I hadn't suggested it? Do you think Cedric Diggory would've told you to open the egg underwater if I hadn't told him first myself? Do you think Neville Longbottom, the witless wonder, could've provided you with Gillyweed if I hadn't given him the book that led him straight to it? HUH?! [Points to head with finger, as if to say, "Use your brain"]
Harry: It was you from the beginning! You put my name into the Goblet of Fire! You bewitched Krum! But--
Professor Moody: [Mocking] "Bu-bu-bu-bu". You won because I made it so, Potter. You ended up in that graveyard because it was meant to be so. And now the deed is done. [Grabs Harry's bleeding arm] The blood that runs in your veins runs within the Dark Lord! Imagine how he will reward me when he learns that I have once and for all silenced the great Harry Potter!

[Barty Crouch Jr. is revealed to have been impersonating Moody]
Barty Crouch Jr.: I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
[He reveals the Death-Eater symbol on his wrist; the scar on Harry's wrist - where Wormtail took his blood to revive Voldemort -is shown]
Barty Crouch Jr.: You know what this means, don't you? He's back. Lord Voldemort has returned!
Dumbledore: [to Snape] Send an owl to Azkaban. I think they'll find they're missing a prisoner.
Barty Crouch Jr.: I'll be welcomed back like a hero!
Dumbledore: Perhaps! Personally, I've never had much time for heroes.

Harry: If that's Moody then who's
[Snape opens Moody's flask and sniffs it]
Snape: Polyjuice Potion
Dumbledore: Now we know who's been stealing it from your store Severus

[Wormtail drops Voldemort's body into a caldron then opens the Riddle family grave]

Wormtail: Bone of the father unwillingly given.

[The bone directed by Wormtail comes out the grave and hovers to the cauldron then drops in. Wormtail then puts away his wand]

Wormtail: Flesh of the servant [wearily drawing a knife] willingly sacrificed. [he slices off his hand] AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!

[he turns to Harry who watches]

Wormtail:And blood of the enemy [he cuts Harry's sleeve] forcibly taken.

[He takes a sample of Harry's blood and with the blood on the knife he goes to the cauldron]

Wormtail: The dark lord shall rise [knocking the blood off the knife] again

Taglines[edit]

"Dark and Difficult Times Lie Ahead"

Cast[edit]

External links[edit]

Harry Potter
Film series
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone book film
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets book film
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban book film
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire book film
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix book film
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince book film
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows book Part 1 film - Part 2 film