Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Quotes

Hermione: Look at this! I can't believe it, she's done it again!
[reading from the Daily Prophet]
Hermione: '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 bon-bon Viktor Krum. No word yet on how Harry Potter's taking this latest emotional

blow.'

[from extended version]
Dumbledore: Hogwarts, let's entertain our friends in the best way we can, all stand!
[the entire student body stands up as one]
Dumbledore: Maestro, if you will!
[Professor Flitwick and Dumbledore both begin conducting the students as they sing the school song]
Hogwarts student body: 'Hogwarts, Hogwarts,

Hoggy warty Hogwarts, teach us something please. Whether we be old and bald or young with scabby knees. Our heads could do with filling with some interesting stuff, for now they're bare and full or air, dead flies and bits of fluff!'
[as they are singing, the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students merely stare, as if they can't believe what they are seeing/hearing]

Hermione: Harry, you told me you'd figured that egg out weeks ago! The task is two days from now!
Harry: [sarcastically] Really? I had no idea. I suppose Viktor's already figured it out.
Hermione: 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.

[Harry laughs and Hermione blushes]
Hermione: I just mean he's not particularly loquacious. Mostly, he watches me study. It's a bit annoying, actually. You are trying to figure this egg out, aren't you?
Harry: What's that supposed to mean?
Hermione: It just means these tasks are designed to test you. In the most brutal way,

they're almost cruel. And... I'm scared for you. You got by the dragons mostly on nerve. I'm not sure it's going to be enough this time.

[after Harry almost dies in the First Task]
Ron: I reckon you'd have to be barking mad to put your own name in the Goblet of Fire.
Harry: [coldly] Caught on, have you? Took you long enough.
Ron: I wasn't the only one who thought you'd done it. Everyone was saying it behind your back.
Harry:

[sarcastically] Brilliant. That makes me feel loads better.
Ron: At least I warned you about the dragons.
Harry: Hagrid warned me about the dragons.
Ron: No, I did! 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 alright, you know, after you figured that out.
Harry: Who... who could possibly figure that out? It's completely mental.
Ron: Yeah... it is, isn't it. I suppose I was a bit distraught.
Harry: [smiles weakly]
Hermione: [in disbelief] Boys!

Professor Moody: Alastor Moody. Ex-Auror, Ministry malcontent, and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I am here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story, goodbye, the end! Any questions? When it comes to the Dark Arts I believe in a practical approach. But first, which of you can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?
Hermione: Three,

sir.
Professor Moody: And they are so named?
Hermione: Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them will...
Professor Moody: Earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban. Correct. The Ministry says you are 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...
[as he turns to the blackboard again, Seamus ducks under his desk]
Professor Moody: You need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the underside of your desk, Mr. Finnegan!
Seamus: [whispering] No way, the old codger can see out of the back of his head!
Professor Moody: [throws a piece of

chalk at him] And hear across classrooms!

Malfoy: Why so tense, Potter? My father and I have a bet, you see. I don't think you're going to last ten minutes in this 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!
Malfoy: Pathetic?

[draws his wand]
Professor Moody: OH NO, YOU DON'T, SONNY!
[transifgures Malfoy into a ferret]
Professor Moody: I'll teach you to curse someone when their back is turned!
[proceeds to flick the ferret up and down]
Professor Moody: You stinking, cowardly, scummy...
Professor McGonagall:

[running up to Professor Moody] Professor Moody!
Professor Moody: Back-shooting...
Professor McGonagall: Wha- What are you doing?
Professor Moody: Teaching.
Professor McGonagall: Is that a- Is that a student?
Professor Moody: Technically, it's a ferret.
[dumps the ferret

down Crabbe's trousers]
Gregory Goyle: Stand still! Stand still!
[Attempts to remove the ferret from Crabbe's trousers, only to be bitten. Moody turns and winks at a Harry, who is laughing gleefully. The ferret crawls out of Crabbe's trousers, and McGonagall turns Malfoy back into his normal human self]
Malfoy: [standing up] My father will

hear about this!
Professor Moody: Is that a threat?
[Malfoy turns and runs]
Professor McGonagall: Professor Moody...
Professor Moody: IS THAT A THREAT?
Professor McGonagall: Professor...
Professor Moody: I CAN TELL YOU STORIES ABOUT YOUR FATHER THAT'LL CURL EVEN YOUR

GREASY HAIR, BOY!
Professor McGonagall: Alastor!
Professor Moody: IT DOESN'T END HERE!
Professor McGonagall: Alastor! We NEVER use transfiguration as a punishment! surely, Dumbledore told you that?
Professor Moody: He might've mentioned it.
Professor McGonagall: Well, you will do

well to remember it.
[turns around]
Professor McGonagall: [to a group of students standing nearby] Away!
[as she walks away, Moody sticks his tongue out at her]
Professor Moody: [turns to Harry] You. Come with me.

Cornelius Fudge: [SPOILER] For God's sake Dumbledore, what's happened?
Harry: [crying over Cedric's body] He's back! He's back! Voldemort's back! Cedric, he asked me to bring his body back. I couldn't leave him... not there!
Dumbledore: It's all right, Harry... it's all right. He's home, you both are.
Cornelius

Fudge: [Rushing over to Professors Snape and McGonagall] Keep everybody in their seats, a boy has just been killed! The body must be moved, Dumbledore, there are too many people!
Amos Diggory: [Pushing his way frantically through the crowd] Let me through. LET ME THROUGH! Let me through, THAT'S MY SON! That's my boy!
[He pushes Harry's hands away and leans

over Cedric's body, sobbing hysterically]
Amos Diggory: IT'S MY BOY!

Professor Snape: Potter, what's your hurry? Congratulations. Your performance in the Black Lake was inspiring. Gilllyweed, am I correct?
Harry: Yes sir.
Professor Snape: Ingenious. A rather rare herb, Gillyweed. Not something found in your everyday garden. Nor is this.
[holds up a bottle]
Professor

Snape: Know what it is?
Harry: [sarcastically] Bubble juice, sir?
Professor Snape: Veritaserum. Three drops of this and You-Know-Who himself would spill his darkest secrets. The use of it on 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.
Professor 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!
[shuts the door in Harry's face]

Voldemort: [looking at Cedric's body] Awww, tsk, tsk, tsk...
[nudges Cedric's face with his foot]
Voldemort: Such a handsome boy.
Harry: Don't touch him!
[Voldemort looks up at Harry]
Voldemort: [sarcastically] Harry! I'd almost forgotten you were here.
[normal voice]

Voldemort: Standing on the bones of my father. I'd introduce you, but rumor has it you're almost as famous as me these days.

Sirius Black: I don't have much time, Harry, so let's get right to it. Did you or did you not put your name into the Goblet of Fire?
Harry: No!
Sirius Black: 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?
Harry: I dunno.

Sirius Black: You didn't hear a name?
Harry: No. Voldemort was giving him a job to do. Something important.
Sirius Black: And what was that?
Harry: He wants... me. I don't know why, but he was going to use this man to get to me. But, I mean, it was only a dream, right?
Sirius

Black: Yes... it's just a dream. Look, Harry, the Death Eaters at the world cup; your name rising out of the Goblet of Fire; these are not just coincidences! Hogwarts isn't safe anymore.
Harry: What are you saying?
Sirius Black: 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.
Harry: Do you think one of them put my name in the Goblet?
Sirius Black: I haven't a clue who put your name in the Goblet, Harry, but whoever did is no friend to you. People die in this tournament.
Harry: I'm not ready for this, Sirius!

Harry: You don't have a choice

Cedric Diggory: I realize I never really thanked you properly for tipping me off about those dragons.
Harry: Forget about it. I'm sure you would've done the same for me.
Cedric Diggory: Exactly. You know the Prefects' bathroom on the fifth floor? It's not a bad place for a bath. Just take your egg and... mull things over in the hot

water.

Hermione: Harry? Is that you?
Harry: Yeah.
Hermione: How are you feeling? Ok? The key is to concentrate. After that, you just have to...
Harry: Battle a dragon.
Hermione: [gasps and starts hugging Harry. Then a camera flash breaks them apart]
Rita Skeeter: Young

love! How... stirring. If everything goes unfortunately today, you two may even make the front page!
Viktor Krum: You have no business here! This tent is for champions, and friends.
Rita Skeeter: No matter. We got what we wanted.

Professor Moody: What was it like? What was he like?
Harry: Who?
Professor Moody: The Dark Lord. What was it like to stand in his presence?
Harry: ...I dunno... It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams. Into one of my nightmares.
Professor Moody: Were there others? In the graveyard,

were there others?
Harry: ...I don't think I said anything about a graveyard, Professor.

Professor Moody: [Moody walks to Hermione's desk and places the spider in front of her] Perhaps you'd like to give us the last curse, Miss Granger?
[tears swimming in her eyes, Hermione shakes her head vigorously]
Professor Moody: No?
[pause]
Professor Moody: AVADA KEDAVRA!
[with a flash of green light, the

spider lets out one final squeak, then stops moving. Harry is watching from a desk across]
Professor Moody: The Killing Curse. Only one wizard is known to have survived it. And he's sitting in this room.
[he stands in front of Harry]

Professor McGonagall: This can't go on Albus. First the dark mark, now this?
Dumbledore: What do you suggest Minerva?
Professor McGonagall: Put an end to it! Don't let Potter compete!
Dumbledore: You heard Barty. The rules are clear.
Professor McGonagall: Well the devil with Barty and

his rules! And since when did you accommodate the Ministry?
Professor 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.
Professor McGonagall: 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?
Professor Moody: 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.