Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince   by Roger Ebert

The climactic scene in "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" takes place in one of those underground caverns with a lake and an ominous gondola as the means of transportation, popularized by "The Phantom of the Opera." At first I thought -- no gondola! But then, one appeared, dripping and hulking. In another movie I might have grinned, but you know what? By that point, I actually cared.

Yes, this sixth chapter is a darker, more ominous Harry Potter film, with a conclusion that suggests more alarmingly the deep dangers Harry and his friends have gotten themselves into. There was always a disconnect between Harry's enchanting school days at Hogwarts and the looming threat of Voldemort. Presumably it would take more than skills at Quidditch to defeat the dreaded Dark Lord.

In one of the opening scenes, we find Harry (Daniel Radcliffe) late at night in a cafe of the London Underground, reading a copy of the Daily Prophet which poses the question: Is Harry Potter the Chosen One? By the film's end, he acknowledges that he has, indeed, been chosen to face down Voldemort (whose name should properly rhyme with the French word for "death," mort; also, since their word vol can have meanings such as "thief" and "steal," Lord Voldemort is most ominously named).

Harry is distracted from his paper, however, by an instant flirtation with the young waitress, a saucy cutie who informs him, although he asked only with his eyes, that she gets off work at 11. She indeed waits for him on the platform, but the Chosen One must respond to his higher calling from Dumbledore (Michael Gambon), who either materializes, gets off a train, or has a pied-a-terre right there in the Underground. I for one will be disappointed if that waitress (I think her name is Elarica Gallagher) doesn't turn up again in "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows," whose two parts will conclude the series in 2010 and 2011.

That will be none too soon if Harry doesn't want to steal up on the "Twilight" franchise, since he and his friends, especially poor Ron Weasley, have definitively entered adolescence. Even now he seems to be entertaining thoughts of snoggling with Ron's sister Ginny (Bonnie Wright). Yes, Harry, so recently a round-eyed little lad, will soon be one of Hogwarts' Old Boys. www.130q.com

Director David Yates suggests the transition in subtle ways, one of them by making Hogwarts itself seem darker, emptier and more ominous than ever before. Its cheery corridors are now replaced by gloomy Gothic passages, and late in the film an unspeakable fate befalls the beloved Dining Hall at the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange (Helena Bonham Carter), who seems to function principally as a destructive vixen, but no doubt has more ominous goals.

The mission for which Dumbledore summoned Harry at the outset was to visit the London home of Professor Horace Slughorn (Jim Broadbent), who has become reclusive since his Hogwarts days, but is now urgently needed along with his memories of the young student Tom Riddle, who grew up to become the man whose name should rhyme with Death. Dumbledore hopes they can discover a secret vulnerability of Voldemort's, and that is why they find themselves in the underground cavern. When this possible key is discovered, I promise you I'm not spoiling anything by observing that its basic message is "to be continued."

There are really two story strands here. One involves the close working relationship of Dumbledore and Harry on the trail of Voldemort. The other involves everything else: romance and flirtation, Quidditch, a roll call of familiar characters (Hagrid, Snape, McGonagall, Wormtail, Lupin, Filch, Flitwick and Malfoy, whose name could be French for "bad faith"). With names like that, how do they get through Commencement without snickering?

Some of these characters are reprised just as reminders. The giant Hagrid (Robbie Coltrane), for example, turns up primarily to allow us to observe, look who's turned up! Snape, as played by Alan Rickman, is given much more dialogue, primarily I suspect because he invests it with such macabre pauses. Radcliffe's Potter is sturdy and boring, as always; it's not easy being the hero with a supporting cast like this. Michael Gambon steals the show as Dumbledore, who for a man his age certainly has some new tricks, so to speak, up his sleeve.

I admired this Harry Potter. It opens and closes well, and has wondrous art design and cinematography as always, only more so. "I'm just beginning to realize how beautiful this place is," Harry sighs from a high turret. The middle passages spin their wheels somewhat, hurrying about to establish events and places not absolutely essential. But those scenes may be especially valued by devoted students of the Potter saga. They may also be the only ones who fully understand them; ordinary viewers may be excused for feeling baffled some of the time.

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban script

Lumos Maxima.

Lumos Maxima.

Lumos Maxima.

Lumos Maxima.

Lumos Maxima!

Harry. Harry.

Harry, open the door.

Marge. How lovely to see...

Uncle Vernon, I need you to sign this form.

What is it?

Nothing. School stuff.

Later perhaps, if you behave.

I will if she does.

- Oh, you're still here, are you? - Yes.

Don't say yes in that ungrateful way.

Damn good of my brother to keep you.

He'd have been straight to an orphanage if he'd been dumped on my doorstep.

Is that my Dudders? Is that my little neffy-pooh?

Give us a kiss. Come on. Up, up.

Take Marge's suitcase upstairs.

Okay.

Finish that off for Mommy. Good boy, Rippy-pooh.

- Can I tempt you, Marge? - Just a small one.

Excellent nosh, Petunia.

A bit more.

Usually just a fry-up for me, what with 12 dogs.

Just a bit more. That's a boy.

You wanna try a little drop of brandy?

A little drop of brandy-brandy windy-wandy for Rippy-pippy-pooh?

What are you smirking at?

Where did you send the boy, Vernon?

St. Brutus'. It's a fine institution for hopeless cases.

Do they use a cane at St. Brutus', boy?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. I've been beaten loads of times.

Excellent. I won't have this namby-pamby...

...wishy-washy nonsense about not beating people who deserve it.

You mustn't blame yourself about how this one turned out.

It's all to do with blood. Bad blood will out.

What is it the boy's father did, Petunia?

Nothing. He didn't work. He was unemployed.

- And a drunk too, no doubt? - That's a lie.

- What did you say? - My dad wasn't a drunk.

Don't worry. Don't fuss, Petunia. I have a very firm grip.

I think it's time you went to bed.

Quiet, Vernon. You, clean it up.

Actually, it's nothing to do with the father.

It's all to do with the mother. You see it all the time with dogs.

If something's wrong with the bitch, then something's wrong with the pup.

Shut up! Shut up!

Right.

Let me tell you...

Vernon!

Vernon! Vernon, do something!

Stop!

I've got you, Marge. I've got you.

- Hold on, hold on. - Get off.

- Don't you dare! - Sorry.

Oh, Vernon.

Oh, God.

Marge!

Please!

Marge!

Come back!

You bring her back! You bring her back now.

- You put her right! - No. She deserved what she got.

- Keep away from me. - You can't do magic outside school.

- Yeah? Try me. - They won't let you back now.

You've nowhere to go.

I don't care. Anywhere is better than here.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus...

...emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard.

My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor for this evening."

What you doing down there?

- I fell over. - What you fell over for?

- I didn't do it on purpose. - Well, come on, then.

Let's not wait for the grass to grow.

- What you looking at? - Nothing.

Well, come on, then. In.

No, no, no. I'll get this. You get in.

Come on.

Come on. Move on, move on.

- Take her away, Ern. - Yeah, take it away, Ernie.

It's going to be a bumpy ride.

- What did you say your name was? - I didn't.

- Whereabouts are you headed? - The Leaky Cauldron. That's in London.

You hear that? "The Leaky Cauldron. That's in London."

The Leaky Cauldron. If you have pea soup...

...make sure you eat it before it eats you.

- But the Muggles. Can't they see us? - Muggles?

They don't see nothing, do they?

No, but if you jab them with a fork, they feel.

Ernie, little old lady at 12 o'clock!

Ten, nine, eight...

...seven, six, five...

...four, three, three and a half...

...two, one and three quarters.

Yes!

Who is that?

That man.

Who is that?

Who is?

That is Sirius Black, that is.

Don't tell me you've never been hearing of Sirius Black.

He's a murderer.

Got himself locked up in Azkaban for it.

- How did he escape? - Well, that's the question, isn't it?

He's the first one that done it.

He was a big supporter of...

...You-Know-Who.

I reckon you've heard of him.

Yeah.

Him I've heard of.

Ernie, two double-deckers at 12 o'clock.

They're getting closer, Ernie.

Ernie, they're right on top of us!

Mind your head.

Hey, guys? Guys?

Why the long faces?

Yeah, yeah. Nearly there. Nearly there.

- The Leaky Cauldron. - Next stop, Knockturn Alley.

Mr. Potter, at last.

- Take it away, Ern. - Yeah, take it away, Ernie!

Room 11.

Hedwig.

Right smart bird you got there, Mr. Potter.

He arrived here just five minutes before yourself.

As Minister for Magic, it is my duty to inform you, Mr. Potter...

...earlier this evening your uncle's sister was located...

...a little south of Sheffield, circling a chimney stack.

The Accidental Magic Reversal Department was dispatched immediately.

She has been properly punctured and her memory modified.

She will have no recollection of the incident whatsoever.

So that's that...

...and no harm done.

Pea soup?

No, thank you.

- Minister? - Yes?

- I don't understand. - Understand?

I broke the law. Underage wizards can't use magic at home.

Come now. The Ministry doesn't send people to Azkaban...

...for blowing up their aunts.

On the other hand, running away like that, given the state of things...

...was very, very irresponsible.

- "The state of things," sir? - We have a killer on the loose.

Sirius Black, you mean?

But what's he got to do with me?

Nothing, of course. You're safe. And that's what matters.

And tomorrow you'll be on your way back to Hogwarts.

These are your new schoolbooks. I took the liberty...

...of having them brought here. Now Tom will show you to your room.

Hedwig.

Oh, by the way, Harry. Whilst you're here, it would be best if you didn't...

...wander.

Right! You gonna move that bus or what?

Housekeeping.

I'll come back later.

I'm warning you, Hermione.

Keep that beast away from Scabbers, or I'll turn it into a tea cozy.

It's a cat, Ronald. What do you expect?

- It's in his nature. - A cat? Is that what they told you?

- Looks like a pig with hair. - That's rich...

...coming from the owner of that smelly old shoe brush.

Crookshanks, just ignore the mean little boy.

Harry.

Harry.

- Egypt. What's it like? - Brilliant. Loads of old stuff...

...like mummies, tombs, even Scabbers enjoyed himself.

- Egyptians used to worship cats. - Along with the dung beetle.

- Not flashing that clipping again? - I haven't shown anyone.

No, not a soul. Not unless you count Tom.

- The day maid. - Night maid.

- Cook. - The bloke who fixed the toilet.

- Harry. - Mrs. Weasley.

- Good to see you, dear. - Good to see you.

- Got everything? - Yes.

- Yes? All your books? - It's all upstairs.

- Your clothes? - Everything.

- Good boy. - Thank you.

- Harry Potter. - Mr. Weasley.

- Harry, wonder if I might have a word? - Yeah, sure.

- Hermione. - Good morning, Mr. Weasley.

- Looking forward to a new term? - Yeah. It should be great.

Harry, some within the Ministry would strongly discourage me...

...from divulging what I'm about to reveal to you.

But I think that you need to know the facts.

You are in danger.

Grave danger.

Has this anything to do with Sirius Black, sir?

What do you know about Sirius Black, Harry?

- Only that he's escaped from Azkaban. - Do you know why?

Thirteen years ago, when you stopped...

- Voldemort. - Don't say his name.

Sorry.

When you stopped You-Know-Who...

...Black lost everything.

But to this day, he still remains a faithful servant.

And in his mind...

...you are the only thing that stands in the way...

...of You-Know-Who returning to power.

And that is why...

...he has escaped from Azkaban.

To find you.

And kill me.

Harry, swear to me that whatever you might hear...

...you won't go looking for Black.

Mr. Weasley...

...why would I go looking for someone who wants to kill me?

Quick. Quick.

Ron, Ron!

Oh, for goodness' sake!

Don't lose him!

I didn't mean to blow her up. I just...

- I lost control. - Brilliant.

Honestly, Ron, it's not funny. Harry was lucky not to be expelled.

I was lucky not to be arrested.

I still think it was brilliant.

Come on. Everywhere else is full.

Who do you think that is?

- Professor R.J. Lupin. - Do you know everything?

How is it she knows everything?

- It's on his suitcase, Ronald. - Oh.

- Do you think he's really asleep? - Seems to be. Why?

I gotta tell you something.

Let me get this straight. Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban...

...to come after you? - Yeah.

But they'll catch Black, won't they?

- I mean, everyone's looking for him. - Sure.

Except no one's ever broken out of Azkaban before...

...and he's a murderous, raving lunatic. - Thanks, Ron.

Why are we stopping?

We can't be there yet.

What's going on?

I don't know. Maybe we've broken down.

Ouch, Ron. That was my foot.

There's something moving out there.

I think someone's coming aboard.

Bloody hell! What's happening?

Harry.

Harry, are you all right?

Thank you.

Here, eat this. It'll help.

It's all right. It's chocolate.

What was that thing that came?

It was a dementor. One of the guards of Azkaban. It's gone now.

It was searching the train for Sirius Black.

If you'll excuse me, I need to have a little word with the driver.

Eat. You'll feel better.

What happened to me?

Well, you sort of went rigid.

We thought maybe you were having a fit or something.

And did either of you two...

...you know...

...pass out? - No.

I felt weird, though.

Like I'd never be cheerful again.

But someone was screaming.

A woman.

No one was screaming, Harry.

Welcome! Welcome to another year at Hogwarts.

Now, I'd like to say a few words...

...before we all become too befuddled by our excellent feast.

First, I'm pleased to welcome Professor R.J. Lupin...

...who's kindly consented to fill the post...

...of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Good luck, professor.

Of course. That's why he knew to give you the chocolate, Harry.

Potter. Is it true you fainted?

- I mean, you actually fainted? - Shove off, Malfoy.

- How did he find out? - Just forget it.

Our Care of Magical Creatures teacher...

...has decided to retire...

...in order to spend more time with his remaining limbs.

Fortunately, I'm delighted to announce...

...that his place will be taken by none other...

...than our own Rubeus Hagrid.

Finally, on a more disquieting note...

...at the request of the Ministry of Magic...

...Hogwarts will, until further notice, play host to the dementors of Azkaban...

...until such a time as Sirius Black is captured.

The dementors will be stationed at every entrance to the grounds.

Now whilst I've been assured...

...that their presence will not disrupt our day-to-day activities...

...a word of caution.

Dementors are vicious creatures. They'll not distinguish...

...between the one they hunt and the one who gets in their way.

Therefore, I must warn each and every one of you...

...to give them no reason to harm you.

It is not in the nature of a dementor to be forgiving.

But you know, happiness can be found...

...even in the darkest of times...

...if one only remembers to turn on the light.

Fortuna Major.

Here, listen. She just won't let me in.

- Fortuna Major. - No, no. Wait, wait.

Watch this.

- Amazing. Just with my voice. - Fortuna Major.

- Yes, all right. Go in. - Thank you.

Still doing that after three years.

- She can't even sing. - Exactly.

- Hey, man. - Hey, man.

- Oh, God. - That's awful.

Green. That's a monkey.

- What is that? - You call that a monkey?

Do not give him one again.

Hey, Neville, try an elephant.

- Ron, catch. - I will.

I think we have a winner.

- Oh, don't try one of them. - Oh, no.

Look at him. His face.

Welcome, my children.

In this room, you shall explore the noble art of Divination.

In this room, you shall discover if you possess the Sight.

Hello. I am Professor Trelawney.

Together we shall cast ourselves into the future.

This term, we'll focus on Tasseomancy, the art of reading tea leaves.

So please, take the cup of the person sitting opposite you.

What do you see?

The truth lies buried like a sentence deep within a book, waiting to be read.

But first, you must broaden your minds.

- First, you must look beyond. - What a load of rubbish.

- Where did you come from? - Me?

- I've been here all this time. - You, boy...

Is your grandmother quite well?

I think so.

I wouldn't be so sure of that. Give me the cup.

Pity.

Broaden your minds.

Your aura is pulsing, dear. Are you in the beyond?

- I think you are. - Sure.

Look at the cup. Tell me what you see.

Yeah.

Harry's got sort of a wonky cross. That's trials and suffering.

And that there could be the sun and that's happiness.

So...

...you're gonna suffer, but you're gonna be happy about it.

Give me the cup.

Oh, my dear boy.

My dear...

...you have the Grim.

The Grin? What's the Grin?

Not the Grin, you idiot. The Grim.

"Taking form of a giant spectral dog.

It's among the darkest omens in our world.

It's an omen...

...of death."

You don't think that Grim thing's got anything to do with Sirius Black?

Oh, honestly, Ron. If you ask me, Divination's a woolly discipline.

Now, Ancient Runes, that's a fascinating subject.

Ancient Runes? Exactly how many classes are you taking?

A fair few.

Hang on. That's not possible.

Ancient Runes is in the same time as Divination.

You have to be in two classes at once.

Don't be silly. How could anyone be in two classes at once?

"Broaden your minds. Use your Inner Eye to see the future."

That's it. Come on, now. Come closer. Less talking, if you don't mind.

I got a real treat for you today.

A great lesson. So follow me.

Right, you lot. Less chattering. Form a group over there.

And open your books to page 49.

Exactly how do we do that?

Just stroke the spine, of course. Goodness me.

- Don't be such a wimp, Longbottom. - I'm okay. Okay.

- I think they're funny. - Oh, yeah. Terribly funny.

Witty. God, this place has gone to the dogs.

Wait until Father hears Dumbledore's got this oaf teaching classes.

Shut up, Malfoy.

Dementor! Dementor!

- Just ignore him. - You're supposed to stroke it.

Yeah.

Isn't he beautiful?

Say hello to Buckbeak.

Hagrid, exactly what is that?

That, Ron, is a hippogriff.

First thing you wanna know is they're very proud creatures.

Very easily offended. You do not want to insult a hippogriff.

It may be the last thing you ever do.

Now, who'd like to come and say hello?

Well done, Harry. Well done.

Come on now.

Now...

...you have to let him make the first move. It's only polite. So...

...step up. Give him a nice bow.

Then you wait and see if he bows back.

If he does, you can go and touch him.

If not... Well, we'll get to that later.

Just make your bow.

Nice and low.

Back off, Harry. Back off.

Keep still.

Keep still.

Well done, Harry. Well done. Here, you big brute, you.

Right. I think you can go and pat him now.

Go on. Don't be shy.

Nice and slow, now. Nice and slow. Slow.

Not so fast, Harry.

Slow down, Harry. That's it...

Nice and slow. Now let him come to you.

Slowly, now, slowly, slowly...

That's it...

Yes!

Well done! Well done, Harry, well done!

Does he get to fly?

- I think he may let you ride him now. - What?

- Come on. - Hey, hey, hey!

Put you over here, just behind the wing joint.

Don't pull out any of his feathers, because he won't thank you for that.

Well done, Harry, and well done, Buckbeak.

That was wicked, Harry!

Oh, please.

Well done, well done.

- How am I doing me first day? - Brilliant, professor.

You're not dangerous at all, are you, you great ugly brute!

Malfoy, no...

No!

Buckbeak!

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Whoa! Buckbeak!

Away, you silly creature...

- It's killed me! - Calm down. It's just a scratch!

Hagrid!

- He has to be taken to the hospital. - I'm the teacher. I'll do it.

- You're gonna regret this. - Class dismissed!

You and your bloody chicken!

Does it hurt terribly, Draco?

It comes and it goes. Still, I consider myself lucky.

Madam Pomfrey said another minute and I could've lost my arm.

- I can't do homework for weeks. - Listen to the idiot.

- He's really laying it on thick, isn't he? - At least Hagrid didn't get fired.

I hear Draco's father's furious. We haven't heard the end of this.

- He's been sighted! - Who?

Sirius Black!

Dufftown? That's not far from here.

You don't think he'd come to Hogwarts, do you?

- With dementors at every entrance? - Dementors?

He slipped past them once. Who's to say he won't do it again?

That's right. Black could be anywhere. It's like trying to catch smoke.

Like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands.

Intriguing, isn't it?

Would anyone like to venture a guess...

...as to what is inside?

- That's a boggart, that is. - Very good, Mr. Thomas.

Now, can anybody tell me what a boggart looks like?

- No one knows. - When did she get here?

Boggarts are shape-shifters.

They take the shape of whatever a person fears the most.

- That's what makes them so... - So terrifying, yes, yes, yes...

Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a boggart.

Let's practice it now. Without wands, please.

After me. Riddikulus!

- Riddikulus! - Very good.

A little louder and very clear. Listen:

- Riddikulus! - Riddikulus!

- This class is ridiculous. - Very good.

So much for the easy part. You see, the incantation alone is not enough.

What really finishes a boggart is laughter.

You need to force it to assume a shape you find truly amusing.

Let me explain. Neville, would you join me, please?

Come on, don't be shy. Come on.

Come on.

Hello. Neville, what frightens you most of all?

Professor Snape.

- Sorry? - Professor Snape.

Professor Snape. Yes, frightens all.

- You live with your grandmother. - I don't want it to turn into her, either.

No...

...it won't. I want you to picture her clothes.

Only her clothes, very clearly, in your mind.

- She carries a red handbag... - We don't need to hear.

As long as you see it, we'll see it. Now, when I open that wardrobe...

...here's what I want you to do. Excuse me.

Imagine Professor Snape in your grandmother's clothes.

Can you do that?

Yes. Wand at the ready.

One, two, three.

Think, Neville, think.

Riddikulus!

Wonderful, Neville, wonderful! Incredible! Okay...

...to the back, Neville. Everyone, form a line...

Form a line!

I want everyone to picture the thing they fear the very most...

...and turn it into something funny.

Next! Ron!

Concentrate. Face your fear. Be brave!

Wand at the ready, Ron.

Riddikulus!

Yes!

You see? Very good, very good!

Marvelous! Absolutely, very, very enjoyable! Parvati! Next!

Show us what you see.

Keep your nerve. Steady.

Riddikulus!

And next! Step up, step up!

Wonderful, wonderful!

Here!

Riddikulus!

Right. Sorry about that. That's enough for today.

Collect your books from the back.

That's the end of the lesson. Thank you! Sorry!

Sorry, you can have too much of a good thing.

Remember, these visits to Hogsmeade village are a privilege.

Should your behavior reflect poorly on the school...

...that privilege shall not be extended again.

No permission form signed, no visiting the village.

That's the rule, Potter.

Those with permission, follow me. Those without, stay put.

I thought if you signed it, then I could...

I can't. Only a parent or a guardian can sign.

Since I am neither, it would be inappropriate.

I'm sorry, Potter. That's my final word.

Forget about it, guys. See you later.

Professor, can I ask you something?

You want to know why I stopped you facing that boggart, yes?

I thought it'd be obvious.

I assumed it would take the shape of Lord Voldemort.

I did think of Voldemort at first.

But then I remembered that night on the train...

...and the dementor. - I'm very impressed.

That suggests what you fear the most is fear itself.

This is very wise.

Before I fainted...

...I heard something.

A woman...

...screaming.

Dementors force us to relive our very worst memories.

Our pain becomes their power.

I think it was my mother...

...the night she was murdered.

The very first time I saw you, Harry, I recognized you immediately.

Not by your scar, by your eyes.

They're your mother, Lily's.

Yes.

Oh, yes. I knew her.

Your mother was there for me at a time when no one else was.

Not only was she a singularly gifted witch...

...she was also an uncommonly kind woman.

She had a way of seeing the beauty in others...

...even, and most especially, when that person could not see it in themselves.

And your father, James, on the other hand...

...he...

He had a certain, shall we say, talent for trouble.

A talent, rumor has it, he passed on to you.

You're more like them than you know, Harry.

In time, you'll come to see just how much.

Honeyduke's Sweetshop is brilliant, but nothing beats Zonko's Joke Shop.

We never got to go to the Shrieking Shack.

- You heard it's the most... - Haunted building in Britain. I know.

What's going on?

Probably Neville forgot the password again.

- Hey. - Oh, you're there.

Let me through, please. Excuse me! I'm Head Boy!

Get back, all of you.

No one is to enter this dormitory until it's been searched.

The Fat Lady! She's gone!

Serves her right. She was a terrible singer.

It's not funny, Ron.

Keep calm, everyone. Break into fours. Back to your common room.

- Be quiet. - Make way.

- The headmaster's here. - Come on, move.

You heard. Move!

Mr. Filch? Round up the ghosts.

Tell them to search every painting in the castle to find the Fat Lady.

There's no need for ghosts, professor.

The Fat Lady's there.

Mind where you're going! Slow down!

You listen! I'm Head Boy!

- Come back here! - Keep moving!

Dear lady, who did this to you?

Eyes like the devil, he's got, and a soul as dark as his name.

It's him, headmaster. The one they all talk about.

He's here, somewhere in the castle!

Sirius Black!

Secure the castle, Mr. Filch. The rest of you, to the Great Hall.

I've searched the Astronomy Tower and the Owlery. There's nothing there.

- Thank you. - The third floor's clear too, sir.

- Very good. - I've done the dungeons.

No sign of Black, nor anywhere else in the castle.

I didn't really expect him to linger.

Remarkable feat, don't you think?

To enter Hogwarts Castle on one's own...

...completely undetected? - Quite remarkable, yes.

Any theories on how he managed it?

Many. Each as unlikely as the next.

You may recall...

...prior to the start of term I expressed concerns...

...about your appointment of Professor...

Not a single professor inside this castle would help Sirius Black enter it.

I'm quite convinced the castle is safe...

...and I'm more than willing to send the students to their houses.

What about Potter? Should he be warned?

Perhaps. But for now, let him sleep.

For in dreams, we enter a world that's entirely our own.

Let them swim in the deepest ocean or glide over the highest cloud.

Turn to page 394.

Excuse me, sir. Where's Professor Lupin?

That's not really your concern, is it, Potter?

Suffice it to say your professor finds himself incapable of teaching...

...at the present time. Turn to page 394.

"Werewolves"?

Sir, we just learned about red caps and hinkypunks.

- We're not meant to start that for weeks. - Quiet.

When did she come in? Did you see her come in?

Now, which one of you can tell me the difference...

...between an Animagus and a werewolf?

No one?

- How disappointing. - Please, sir.

An Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal.

A werewolf has no choice.

With each full moon...

...he no longer remembers who he is. He'd kill his best friend.

The werewolf only responds to the call of its own kind.

Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. That's the second time...

...you've spoken out of turn, Miss Granger.

Are you incapable of restraining yourself...

...or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?

- He's got a point, you know. - Five points from Gryffindor.

As an antidote to your ignorance, and on my desk, by Monday morning...

...two rolls of parchment on the werewolf, with emphasis...

...on recognizing it. - It's Quidditch tomorrow.

Then I suggest you take extra care, Mr. Potter.

Loss of limb will not excuse you.

Page 394.

The term "werewolf"...

...is a contraction of the Anglo-Saxon word "wer"...

...which means "man," and "wolf." Werewolf, man-wolf.

There are several ways to become a werewolf.

They include being given the power of shape-shifting...

...being bitten by a werewolf...

Go, Harry! Go, Harry!

Aresto momentum!

- He looks a bit peaky, doesn't he? - Peaky?

What do you expect? He fell over 100 feet.

Let's walk you off a tower and see what you look like.

Probably a right sight better than he normally does.

- How are you feeling? - Oh, brilliant.

You gave us a right good scare.

- What happened? - Well, you fell off your broom.

Really? I meant the match. Who won?

No one blames you, Harry.

Dementors aren't supposed to be on the grounds. Dumbledore's furious.

After he saved you, he sent them off.

There's something else you should know too.

When you fell, your broom sort of blew into the Whomping Willow, and...

Well...

I'm sorry to hear about your broomstick.

Is there no chance of fixing it?

No.

Professor, why do the dementors affect me so?

- I mean, more than everyone else? - Listen.

Dementors are the foulest creatures to walk this earth.

They feed on every good feeling, every happy memory...

...until a person is left with absolutely nothing but his worst experiences.

You are not weak, Harry.

Dementors affect you most because there are true horrors in your past.

Horrors your classmates can scarcely imagine.

You have nothing to be ashamed of.

- I'm scared, professor. - I'd consider you a fool if you weren't.

I need to know how to fight them. You could teach me.

You made the one on the train go away.

There was only one that night.

- But you made it go away. - I don't pretend to be an expert, Harry.

But as the dementors seem to have developed an interest in you...

...perhaps I should teach you. But after the holidays.

For now, I need to rest.

Last call for Hogsmeade! Come on, now!

- Guys, let me go. - Clever, Harry.

- But not clever enough. - We've got a better way.

- I'm trying to get to Hogsmeade. - We know.

We'll get you there.

- We'll show you a quicker way. - Lf you pipe down.

- Bless him. - Let me go! Come on, guys. Don't...

- Now, Harry. - Come and join the big boys.

What are you doing?!

- What's this rubbish? - "What's this rubbish?" he says.

- It's the secret to our success. - It's a wrench giving it to you...

But we've decided your needs are greater than ours.

George, if you will.

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

"Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs...

...are proud to present the Marauder's Map."

We owe them so much.

Hang on. This is Hogwarts. And that...

- No. Is that really? - Dumbledore.

- In his study. - Pacing.

Does that a lot.

- So this map shows? - Everyone.

- Where they are. - What they're doing.

- Every minute. - Every day.

- Brilliant! Where did you get it? - From Filch's office.

- First year. - There are seven secret passageways...

...out of the castle. - We'd recommend this one.

- The One-Eyed Witch passageway. - Leads you to Honeyduke's.

Hurry. Filch is heading this way.

And don't forget. When you're done, just give it a tap and say:

"Mischief managed." Otherwise, anyone can read it.

Now, how much do you want?

Delicious.

It's meant to be the most haunted building in Britain. Did I mention that?

Twice.

Do you want to move a bit closer?

To the Shrieking Shack?

Actually, I'm fine here.

Well, well. Look who's here.

You two shopping for your new dream home?

Bit grand for you, isn't it, Weasle-Bee? Don't your family sleep in one room?

- Shut your mouth, Malfoy. - Not very friendly.

Boys, I think it's time we teach Weasle-Bee how to respect his superiors.

- Hope you don't mean yourself. - How dare you talk to me!

You filthy little mudblood!

Who is that?

- Don't stand there! Do something! - What?

What's up, Malfoy? Lost your skis?

Get out of the way!

Move!

Malfoy! Wait! Wait!

Harry!

Bloody hell, Harry. That was not funny.

Those weasels! Never told me about any Marauder's Map.

He won't keep it. He'll turn it over to Professor McGonagall.

- Aren't you? - Sure. Along with his Invisibility Cloak.

Look who it is. Madam Rosmerta.

- Ron fancies her. - That's not true!

- Professor McGonagall! - Cornelius!

Allow me, minister.

- Oh, Hagrid... - Sorry about that.

Rosmerta, my dear. I hope business is good.

It'd be a lot better if the Ministry wasn't sending dementors...

...into my pub every other night! - We have...

- We have a killer on the loose. - Sirius Black in Hogsmeade!

And what would bring him here?

- Harry Potter. - Harry Potter?

Come.

Harry!

- No underage wizards allowed in today! - Shut the damn door!

- So rude. - Thick heads.

- Thick heads?! - How dare they!

- Who are they calling thick heads? - Young whippersnappers!

Nobody will come to a pub where they'll get scared out of their wits.

Professor Dumbledore doesn't want dementors around the place.

Tell me what this is all about.

Years ago, when Harry Potter's parents realized they were marked for death...

Remember? They hid. Few knew where they were.

One who did was Sirius Black. And he told You-Know-Who.

Not only did Black lead him to the Potters that night...

...he also killed Peter Pettigrew!

- Peter Pettigrew? - Little lump of a boy.

- Always trailing after Black. - I remember.

Never let James and Sirius out of his sight.

- What happened? - Peter tried to warn the Potters...

...and might have, had he not run into an old friend, Sirius Black.

Black was vicious. He didn't kill Pettigrew.

He destroyed him!

A finger. That's all that was left. A finger. Nothing else.

Sirius Black may not have put his hands to the Potters...

...but he's the reason they're dead. - He wants to finish things.

- I don't believe it. - That's not the worst of it.

- What could be worse? - This: Sirius Black was...

...and remains to this day...

...Harry Potter's godfather!

Ron, look!

- Sorry. Excuse me, excuse me. - Merry Christmas.

Harry, what happened?

He was their friend...

...and he betrayed them.

He was their friend!

I hope he finds me.

Because when he does, I'm gonna be ready!

When he does, I'm gonna kill him!

Harry.

There you are. You came.

Are you sure about this, Harry? This is very advanced magic...

...well beyond the Ordinary Wizarding Level.

I'm sure.

Well, everything's prepared.

The spell I'm going to teach you is called the Patronus Charm.

Did you ever hear of it?

No? Well...

A Patronus is a positive force. For the wizard who conjures one...

...it works like a shield, with the dementor feeding on it rather than him.

But in order for it to work, you need to think of a memory.

Not just any memory, a very happy memory, a very powerful memory.

Can you do this? Yes. Very well.

Close your eyes.

Concentrate.

Explore your past.

Do you have a memory?

Allow it to fill you up.

Lose yourself within it.

Then speak the incantation, Expecto Patronum.

- Expecto Patronum. - Very good.

Shall we? Wand at the ready.

Expecto Patronum!

Expecto... Expecto...

Expect...

Here we go. Come on. Sit up. Deep breaths.

It's all right. I didn't expect you to do it the first time.

That would have been remarkable. Here, eat this. You'll feel better.

- That's one nasty dementor. - Oh, no, no, no.

That was a boggart, Harry. A boggart.

The real thing would be worse. Much, much worse.

As a matter of interest, what were you thinking?

- Which memory did you choose? - The first time I rode a broom.

That's not good enough. Not nearly good enough.

There's another. It's not happy, exactly.

Well, it is.

It's the happiest I've ever felt...

...but it's complicated. - Is it strong?

Then let's give it a try. You feel ready?

Just do it.

Expecto Patronum!

Expecto Patronum!

Yes!

Well done, Harry. Well done!

- I think I've had enough for today. - Yes. Sit down. Here.

Eat this, it helps. It really helps.

And just so you know, Harry...

...I think you'd have given your father a run for his money. And that...

...is saying something.

I was thinking of him.

And Mum.

Seeing their faces.

They were talking to me.

Just talking.

That's the memory I chose.

I don't even know if it's real.

But it's the best I have.

- Beautiful day. - Gorgeous.

Unless you've been ripped to pieces!

Ripped to pieces? What are you talking about?

- Ronald has lost his rat. - I haven't lost anything!

- Your cat killed him! - Rubbish.

Harry, you've seen the way that bloodthirsty beast of hers...

...is always lurking about. And Scabbers is gone.

Well, maybe you should take better care of your pets!

- Your cat killed him! - Did not.

- Did. - Didn't.

How did it go, Hagrid? The hearing?

Well, first off, the committee members took turns...

...talking about why we were there.

I got up and did my piece. Said how Buckbeak...

...was a good hippogriff, always cleaned his feathers.

And then Lucius Malfoy got up. Well, you can imagine.

He said Buckbeak was a deadly and dangerous creature...

...who would kill you as soon as look at you.

And then?

And then he asked for the worst, did old Lucius.

- They're not sacking you! - No, I'm not sacked.

Buckbeak's been sentenced to death!

Spiders! There's... There's spiders. Spiders. They want me to tap-dance.

- I don't wanna tap-dance! - You tell those spiders.

Right, yeah. Tell them. I'll tell them...

- Peter Pettigrew? - Little lump of a boy.

- Always trailing after Sirius Black. - Black was vicious.

He didn't kill Pettigrew, he destroyed him!

- Put that light out! - Sorry.

- Watch it there, boy. - We're trying to sleep here!

Mischief managed. Nox.

Potter.

What are you doing wandering the corridors at night?

I was sleepwalking.

How extraordinarily like your father you are, Potter.

He, too, was exceedingly arrogant, strutting about the castle.

My dad didn't strut. And nor do I.

Now, if you don't mind, I would appreciate it if you could lower your wand.

Turn out your pockets.

Turn out your pockets!

What's this?

- Spare bit of parchment. - Really? Open it.

Reveal your secrets.

Read it.

"Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs...

...offer their compliments to Professor Snape and..."

Go on.

"And request he keep his large nose out of other people's business."

- You insolent little... - Professor!

Well, well. Lupin.

Out for a little walk in the moonlight, are we?

Harry, are you all right?

That remains to be seen.

I have now just confiscated a rather curious artifact.

Take a look, Lupin. Supposed to be your area of expertise.

- Clearly, it's full of dark magic. - I seriously doubt it, Severus.

It looks as though it's a parchment designed to insult anyone...

...who tries to read it. I suspect it's a Zonko product.

Nevertheless, I shall investigate any hidden qualities it may possess.

It is, after all, as you say, my area of expertise.

Harry, would you come with me, please? Professor, good night.

Are you deaf? Put that light out!

Come in.

I haven't the faintest idea how this map came to be in your possession...

...but quite frankly, I am astounded that you didn't hand it in.

Did it never occur to you that this, in the hands of Sirius Black...

...is a map to you?

- No. - No, sir.

Your father never set much store by the rules either.

But he and your mother gave their lives to save yours.

Gambling their sacrifice by wandering the castle unprotected...

...with a killer on the loose seems to me a poor way to repay them!

Now, I will not cover up for you again.

- Do you hear me? - Yes, sir.

I want you to return to your dormitory and stay there.

And don't take any detours. If you do, I shall know.

Professor, just so you know, I don't think that map always works.

Earlier, it showed someone in the castle. Someone I know to be dead.

Oh, really? And who might that be?

Peter Pettigrew.

That's not possible.

It's just what I saw.

Good night, professor.

Broaden your minds. You must look beyond.

The art of crystal gazing is in the clearing of the Inner Eye.

Only then can you see. Try again.

Now, what do we have here?

Do you mind me trying?

The Grim, possibly.

My dear, from the first moment you stepped foot in my class...

...I sensed that you did not possess the proper spirit...

...for the noble art of Divination. No, you see, there.

You may be young in years, but your heart is as shriveled...

...as an old maid's, your soul as dry as the pages of the books...

...to which you so desperately cleave.

Have I said something?

She's gone mental, Hermione has. Not that she wasn't always mental...

...but now it's in the open for everyone to see.

Hang on.

- We better take this back. - I'm not going back.

- Fine. See you later. - See you.

Harry Potter...

- Professor Trelawney... - He will return tonight.

Sorry?

Tonight, he who betrayed his friends, whose heart rots with murder...

...shall break free.

Innocent blood shall be spilt...

...and servant and master shall be reunited once more.

I'm so sorry, dear boy. Did you say something?

No.

Nothing.

I can't believe they're going to kill Buckbeak. It's just too horrible.

- It just got worse. - What did I say? Father said...

...I can keep the hippogriff's head. I'll donate it to the Gryffindors' room.

This is going to be rich.

- Look who's here. - Come to see the show?

You! You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!

Hermione, no!

He's not worth it.

Malfoy, are you okay?

- Let's go. Quick. - Not a word to anyone, understood?

- That felt good. - Not good, brilliant.

Look at him. Loves the smell of the trees when the wind blows through them.

Why don't we just set him free?

They'd know it was me, and then Dumbledore...

...would get into trouble. He's coming down, Dumbledore.

Says he wants to be with me when they...

When it happens.

Great man, Dumbledore.

A great man.

- We'll stay with you too. - You'll do no such thing!

Think I want you seeing something like that? No.

You just drink your tea and be off. Oh. Before you do, Ron...

Scabbers! You're alive!

- Keep a closer eye on your pet. - I think you owe someone an apology.

Right. Next time I see Crookshanks, I'll let him know.

I meant me!

Blimey. What was that?

Hagrid!

Oh, crikey.

No, minister. Over this way.

It's late. It's nearly dark. You shouldn't be here.

Someone sees you outside this time of night, you'll be in trouble.

Particularly you, Harry. With you in a moment!

Quick. Quick!

Hagrid.

- It'll be fine. It'll be okay. - Go on, go on!

- That's ling you see over there... - On the slope.

- On the slope... Ah, Hagrid. - Professor Dumbledore.

- Good evening. - Minister. Make your way through.

- Have a tea, if you like. - No, Hagrid.

- Gentlemen. - I'd like a cup of tea.

Well, I think we should get down to our business, shall we?

Very well. It is the decision of the Committee for the Disposal...

...of Dangerous Creatures that the hippogriff Buckbeak...

...hereinafter called "the condemned," shall be executed this day at sundown.

- Dear, dear... - Now, now, Hagrid. Now, come on.

- All right. It'll be all right. - The execution shall dispatch...

What?

I thought I just saw...

- Never mind. - Let's go!

Buckbeak didn't mean no harm.

Oh, no.

He bit me. Scabbers.

Ron. Ron!

- Ron! - Scabbers, come back.

Wait!

- Scabbers, you bit me! - Harry, you do realize what tree this is?

That's not good. Ron, run!

Harry, Hermione, run!

It's the Grim!

- Harry! - Ron! Ron, wait!

Harry!

- Help! - Ron!

- Ron. Ron. - Ron!

Come on!

Move!

Duck!

Harry!

- Oh, I'm sorry. - Don't worry.

- Where do you suppose this goes? - I have a hunch.

I just hope I'm wrong.

We're in the Shrieking Shack, aren't we?

Come on.

Ron.

- Ron. You're okay. - The dog. Where is it?

It's a trap. He's the dog. He's an Animagus.

If you want to kill Harry, you have to kill us too!

No. Only one will die tonight.

Then it'll be you!

Are you going to kill me, Harry?

Expelliarmus!

Well, well, Sirius. Looking rather ragged, aren't we?

Finally, the flesh reflects the madness within.

Well, you'd know all about the madness within, wouldn't you?

- I found him. - I know.

- He's here. - I understand.

- Let's kill him! - No! I trusted you!

And all this time, you've been his friend.

He's a werewolf! That's why he's been missing classes.

How long have you known?

- Since Professor Snape set the essay. - Well, Hermione.

You are the brightest witch of your age I've ever met.

Enough talk, Remus! Come on, let's kill him!

- Wait! - I did my waiting!

Twelve years of it!

In Azkaban!

Very well. Kill him.

But wait one more minute. Harry has the right to know why.

I know why.

You betrayed my parents.

- You're the reason they're dead! - No, it wasn't him.

Somebody did betray your parents...

...somebody who, until quite recently, I believed to be dead!

- Who was it, then? - Peter Pettigrew!

And he's in this room! Right now!

Come out, come out, Peter!

- Come out, come out and play! - Expelliarmus!

Vengeance is sweet.

How I hoped I'd be the one to catch you.

Severus...

I told Dumbledore you were helping a friend into the castle. Here's the proof.

Brilliant, Snape.

You've put your keen mind to the task and come to the wrong conclusion.

If you'll excuse us, Remus and I have business...

...to attend to. - Give me a reason. I beg you!

- Don't be a fool. - He can't help it. It's habit.

- Be quiet. - Be quiet yourself!

You two, quarrelling like an old married couple.

Run along and play with your chemistry set!

I could do it, you know.

But why deny the dementors? They're so longing to see you.

Do I detect a flicker of fear? Oh, yes.

A Dementor's Kiss. One can only imagine what that must be like.

It's said to be nearly unbearable to witness, but I'll do my best.

Severus, please.

After you.

Expelliarmus!

- Harry! What did you just do? - You attacked a teacher!

- Tell me about Peter. - He was at school with us.

We thought he was our friend!

- No. Pettigrew's dead. You killed him! - No, he didn't.

I thought so too, until you mentioned Pettigrew on the map!

- The map was lying, then. - The map never lies!

Pettigrew's alive! And he's right there!

- Me?! He's mental! - Not you! Your rat!

- Scabbers has been in my family for... - Twelve years?

Curiously long life for a common garden rat!

- He's missing a toe, isn't he? - So what?

- All they could find of Pettigrew was his... - Finger!

Dirty coward cut it off so everyone would think he was dead!

- And then he transformed into a rat! - Show me.

- Give it to him, Ron. - What are you trying to do to him?

Scabbers!

Leave him alone! Get off him! What are you doing?

Remus?

Sirius.

My old friends!

Harry! Look at you. You look so much like your father.

- James. We were the best of friends... - How dare you speak to Harry!

How dare you talk about James in front of him!

- You sold James and Lily to Voldemort! - I didn't mean to!

The Dark Lord. You have no idea the weapons he possesses!

Ask yourself, Sirius! What would you have done?

- What would you have done? - Died, rather than betray my friends!

James wouldn't have wanted me killed!

Your dad would have spared me! He would have shown me mercy!

Should have realized if Voldemort didn't kill you, we would. Together!

No!

- Harry, this man... - I know what he is.

But we'll take him to the castle.

- Bless you, boy. Bless you! - Get off!

I said we'd take you to the castle.

After that, the dementors can have you.

Sorry about the bite. I reckon that twinges a bit.

A bit? A bit? You almost tore my leg off!

I was going for the rat.

Normally, I have a very sweet disposition as a dog.

More than once, James suggested that I make the change permanent.

The tail I could live with. But the fleas, they're murder.

Okay.

- You better go. - No. Don't worry, okay?

It's fine. I'll stay.

You go, I'll stay.

- You okay? - I'm fine. Go.

- That looks really painful. - So painful.

They might chop it.

I'm sure Madam Pomfrey will fix it in a heartbeat.

It's too late. It's ruined. It'll have to be chopped off.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

I'll never forget the first time I walked through those doors.

It'll be nice to do it again as a free man.

That was a noble thing you did back there.

He doesn't deserve it.

I didn't think my dad would have wanted his best friends...

...to become killers.

Besides, dead, the truth dies with him.

Alive, you're free.

Turn me into a flobberworm. Anything but the dementors!

Ron! Haven't I been a good pet? You won't let them give me...

...to the dementors, will you? I was your rat!

- Sweet, clever girl! Surely you won't... - Get away from her!

I don't know if you know, Harry...

...but when you were born, James and Lily made me your godfather.

I know.

I can understand if you choose to stay with your aunt and uncle...

...but if you ever wanted a different home...

What? Come and live with you?

It's just a thought. I can understand if you don't want to.

Harry!

Remus, my old friend. Have you taken your potion tonight?

You know the man you truly are, Remus! This heart is where you truly live! Here!

This flesh is only flesh!

Expelliarmus!

Harry!

Remus! Remus!

Run! Run!

- Come on. - Wait. Wait.

Hermione! Bad idea. Bad idea.

Professor?

Professor Lupin?

Nice doggy. Nice doggy!

There you are, Potter!

Sirius!

Come back here, Potter!

Sirius!

No. Sirius!

Expecto Patronum!

Harry?

I saw my dad.

What?

He sent the dementors away.

I saw him across the lake.

Harry, they've captured Sirius.

Any minute the dementors are gonna perform the Kiss.

- They're gonna kill him? - No. It's worse.

Much worse.

They're going to suck out his soul.

Headmaster, stop them.

- They've got the wrong man. - It's true. Sirius is innocent.

- It's Scabbers who did it. - Scabbers?

He's my rat, sir.

He's not really a rat. He was a rat. He was my brother Percy's rat.

- But then they gave him an owl... - The point is, we know the truth.

- Please believe us. - I do, Miss Granger.

But the word of three 13-year-old wizards will convince few others.

A child's voice, however honest and true...

...is meaningless to those who have forgotten how to listen.

Mysterious thing, time.

Powerful...

...and when meddled with, dangerous.

Sirius Black is in the topmost cell of the Dark Tower.

You know the laws, Miss Granger.

You must not be seen.

And you would do well, I feel, to return before this last chime.

If not, the consequences are too ghastly to discuss.

If you succeed tonight...

...more than one innocent life may be spared.

Three turns should do it, I think.

Oh, and by the way.

When in doubt, I find retracing my steps to be a wise place to begin.

Good luck.

What the bloody hell was that all about?

Sorry, Ron, but seeing as you can't walk...

What just happened?

- Where's Ron? - 7:30.

Where were we at 7:30?

I don't know. Going to Hagrid's?

Come on. And we can't be seen.

Hermione!

Hermione! Hermione, wait.

Hermione, will you please tell me what it is we're doing?

You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!

That's us.

Hermione, no! He's not worth it.

This is not normal.

This is a Time-Turner, Harry.

McGonagall gave it to me first term.

This is how I've been getting to my lessons all year.

- You mean we've gone back in time? - Yes.

Dumbledore obviously wanted us to return to this moment.

Clearly, something happened he wants us to change.

Good punch.

Thanks.

Malfoy's coming.

- Run. - Not a word to anyone, understood?

I'm gonna get that jumped-up mudblood! Mark my words.

- That felt good. - Not good, brilliant.

Come on. We should be at Hagrid's.

Look. Buckbeak's still alive.

Of course.

Remember what Dumbledore said?

If we succeed, more than one innocent life could be spared.

Let's go.

Here they come. I'd better hurry.

Fudge has to see Buckbeak before we steal him.

Otherwise, he'll think Hagrid set him free.

Scabbers, you're alive!

- Keep a closer eye on your pet. - That's Pettigrew.

- Harry, you can't. - He betrayed my parents.

- You don't expect me to sit here. - Yes, and you must!

Harry, you're in Hagrid's hut now.

If you go bursting in, you'll think you've gone mad.

Awful things happen to wizards who meddle with time.

We can't be seen.

Fudge is coming.

And we aren't leaving?

Why aren't we leaving?

Are you mad?

That hurt.

Sorry.

We're coming out the back door. Go!

Is that really what my hair looks like from the back?

What?

I thought I just saw...

- Never mind. - Let's go.

Okay, go, Harry. Go!

Get away. Get off.

Minister, I really think I should sign as well.

Yes, very well. Perhaps it would be...

Okay, Buckbeak. Come quickly. Come with us now. Come on.

Keep trying. Come on. Quickly.

Buckbeak. Okay? Quickly. Hurry up. Okay?

- Your name only. - It's such a very long name...

Hurry up now, Buckbeak, okay?

Come on. Come on, Buckbeak.

Come and get the nice dead ferret.

- Come on. It's here. Come on, Beaky. - Here we are, minister. Follow me.

- Now, look there. - Where?

- Look beyond the rocks. - What am I supposed to see?

Professor Dippet had that ling planted when he was headmaster.

- Oh, yes. Indeed, indeed. - And all the strawberries.

- Come on, Buckbeak. Come on. - I see no strawberries.

- Over there. - Where?

- Over there. - This way.

- Let's get this over, please. - All right.

But where is it?

I saw the beast, just now.

- Not a moment ago! - How extraordinary.

Buckbeak.

Come now, Dumbledore. Someone's obviously released him.

- Hagrid? - Buckbeak.

I don't think the minister's suggesting you had anything to do with this.

How could you? You've been with us all the time.

- Right. - Well, well...

We must search the grounds.

Well, search the skies, if you must, minister.

Meanwhile, I'd like a nice cup of tea or a large brandy.

Oh, executioner, your services are no longer required.

Thank you.

You'll find no small glasses in this house, professor.

- Come on. - This way.

This way, now.

- Now what? - We save Sirius.

- How? - No idea.

- Look. It's Lupin. - Immobulus!

And Snape's coming.

And now we wait.

And now we wait.

- At least someone's enjoying himself. - Yeah.

- Hermione? - Yeah?

Before, down by the lake, when I was with Sirius...

...I did see someone.

That someone made the dementors go away.

With a Patronus.

I heard Snape telling Dumbledore.

According to him...

...only a really powerful wizard could have conjured it.

It was my dad.

My dad conjured the Patronus.

- Harry, but your dad's... - Dead. I know.

I'm just telling you what I saw.

Here we come.

You see Sirius talking to me there?

- He's asking me to come live with him. - That's great.

When we free him, I'll never have to go back to the Dursleys'.

It'll just be me and him.

We could live in the country...

...someplace you can see the sky.

He'll like that after all those years in Azkaban.

Harry!

Run!

Let's go.

- What are you doing? - Saving your life.

Thanks.

- Great. Now he's coming for us. - Yeah, I didn't think about that. Run!

That was so scary.

Poor Professor Lupin's having a really tough night.

Sirius. Come on!

- This is horrible. - Don't worry.

My dad will come. He'll conjure the Patronus.

Any minute now.

Right there. You'll see.

Harry, listen to me. No one's coming.

Don't worry, he will. He will come.

- Sirius. - You're dying...

...both of you.

Harry!

Expecto Patronum!

You were right, Hermione.

It wasn't my dad I saw earlier. It was me!

I saw myself conjuring the Patronus before.

I knew I could do it this time because...

...well, I had already done it.

- Does that make sense? - No.

But I don't like flying!

Bombarda!

I'll be forever grateful for this...

...to both of you.

- I want to go with you. - One day, perhaps.

For some time, my life will be too unpredictable.

And besides...

...you're meant to be here. - But you're innocent.

And you know it.

And for now, that will do.

I expect you're tired of hearing this...

...but you look so like your father.

Except your eyes.

- You have... - My mother's eyes.

It's cruel that I spent so much time with James and Lily, and you so little.

But know this:

The ones that love us never really leave us.

And you can always find them...

...in here.

You really are the brightest witch of your age.

We have to go.

- Well? - He's free. We did it.

Did what?

Good night.

How did you get there?

I was talking to you there. And now you're there.

- What's he talking about, Harry? - I don't know.

Honestly, Ron. How can somebody be in two places at once?

Hello, Harry.

I saw you coming.

I've looked worse, believe me.

- You've been sacked. - No.

No. I resigned, actually.

Resigned? Why?

Well, it seems that somebody let slip the nature of my condition.

This time tomorrow, the owls will start arriving and parents will not want...

...well, someone like me teaching their children.

- But Dumbledore... - He has already...

...risked enough on my behalf.

Besides, people like me are...

Well, let's just say that I'm used to it by now.

Why do you look so miserable, Harry?

None of it made any difference.

- Pettigrew escaped. - Didn't make any difference?

It made all the difference in the world. You uncovered the truth.

You saved an innocent man from a terrible fate.

It made a great deal of difference.

If I am proud of anything...

...it is of how much you have learned this year.

Now, since I am no longer your teacher...

...I feel no guilt whatsoever about giving this back to you.

So now I'll say goodbye, Harry.

I feel sure we'll meet again sometime.

Until then...

...mischief managed.

Stand back, I said! Or I'll take it upstairs if you don't settle.

Harry.

Wherever did you get it?

Can I have a go, Harry? After you, of course.

- What are you talking about? - Quiet.

Let the man through. I didn't mean to open it, Harry.

It was badly wrapped. They made me do it.

Did not.

- It's a Firebolt. - It's the fastest broom in the world.

For me?

- But who sent it? - No one knows.

This came with it.

- Go on, Harry! - Yeah, let's see.

How fast is it, Harry?

Lumos.

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

Mischief managed.

Nox.

Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire script

Bloody kids.

How fastidious you've become, Wormtail.

As I recall, you once called the nearest gutter pipe home.

Could it be that the task of nursing me has become wearisome for you?

Oh, no. No, no, my Lord Voldemort.

I only meant...

...perhaps if we were to do it without the boy.

No! The boy is everything!

It cannot be done without him. And it will be done.

Exactly as I said.

-I will not disappoint you, my Lord. -Good.

First, gather our old comrades.

Send them a sign.

Nagini tells me the old Muggle caretaker...

...is standing just outside the door.

Step aside, Wormtail, so I can give our guest a proper greeting.

Avada Kedavra!

Harry.

Harry!

Are you all right?

Hermione. Bad dream.

-When did you get here? -Just now. You?

Last night.

Wake up! Wake up, Ronald!

Bloody hell.

Honestly, get dressed.

And don't go back to sleep.

Come on, Ron! Your mother says breakfast's ready!

-Ron, where are we actually going? -Don't know.

-Hey, Dad. Where are we going? -Haven't the foggiest.

Keep up!

Arthur!

It's about time, son.

Sorry, Amos. Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start.

This is Amos Diggory, everyone. Works with me at the Ministry.

And this strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?

Yes, sir.

This way.

Merlin's beard! You must be Harry Potter.

-Yes, sir. -Great, great pleasure.

Pleasure to meet you too, sir.

Yes, it's just over there.

-Shall we? -Oh, yeah.

We don't want to be late.

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. -It's a Portkey.

Time to go!

What's a Portkey?

-Ready! After three. One, two... -Harry!

...three!

Let go, kids!

-What?! -Let go!

I'll bet that cleared your sinuses, eh?

-Total shambles, as per usual. -Thanks.

Go on, look at that!

Well, kids, welcome to the Quidditch World Cup!

Stay together! Keep up, girls!

Look!

Come on! Keep up, girls!

Blimey!

Parting of the ways, I think, old chap.

-See you at the match. -See you.

-Cedric. -Ced, come on.

See you later, Cedric.

Home sweet home.

What?

-Excellent, excellent. -Ginny, look!

-All to the bath. -Look.

Girls, choose a bunk and unpack.

Ron, get out of the kitchen. We're all hungry.

-Yeah, get out of the kitchen, Ron! -Feet off the table!

-Feet off the table! -Feet off the table!

I love magic.

Get your Quidditch World Cup programs here!

Blimey, Dad. How far up are we?

Well, put it this way:

If it rains...

...you'll be the first to know.

Father and I are in the minister's box...

...by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself.

Don't boast, Draco.

There's no need with these people.

Do enjoy yourself, won't you?

While you can.

Come on up. Take your seats. I told you these seats would be worth waiting for.

Come on!

It's the lrish! There's Troy!

-And Mullet! -And Moran!

Ireland! Ireland! Ireland!

-Here come the Bulgarians! -Yes!

Who's that?

That, sis, is the best Seeker in the world.

Krum! Krum! Krum!

Krum!

Yes!

Good evening!

As Minister for Magic...

...it gives me great pleasure...

...to welcome each and every one of you...

...to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup!

Let the match...

...begin!

Krum! Krum! Krum!

There's no one like Krum.

-Krum? -Dumb Krum?

He's like a bird, the way he rides the wind.

-He's more than an athlete. -Dumb Krum.

He's an artist.

-I think you're in love, Ron. -Shut up.

Viktor, I love you

Viktor, I do

When we're apart My heart beats only for you

Sounds like the lrish have got their pride on.

Stop! Stop it!

It's not the lrish.

We've gotta get out of here. Now!

Get out, it's the Death Eaters!

Get back to the Portkey, everybody, and stick together!

Fred, George! Ginny is your responsibility.

Go!

Harry!

-Keep up, you lot! -Harry!

Harry! Harry!

Morsmordre!

Harry!

-Where are you? -Harry!

We've been looking for you for ages!

Thought we lost you, mate.

What is that?

Stupefy!

Stop!

That's my son!

-Ron, Harry, Hermione, you all right? -We came back for Harry.

Which of you conjured it?

-Crouch, you can't possi-- -Do not lie!

You've been discovered at the scene of the crime.

-Crime? -Barty! They're just kids.

What crime?

It's the Dark Mark, Harry. It's his mark.

What, Voldemort?

Those people tonight, in the masks, they're his too, aren't they?

-His followers? -Yeah.

Death Eaters.

-Follow me. -There was a man, before.

There!

All of you, this way!

A man, Harry?

Who?

I don't know.

I didn't see his face.

Anything from the trolley?

Anything from the trolley?

Anything from the trolley, dears?

Packet of Drooble's...

...and a Licorice Wand.

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.

Thank you.

Anything sweet for you, dear?

Oh, no, I'm not hungry. Thank you.

Anything from the trolley?

This is horrible.

How can the Ministry not know who conjured it?

Wasn't there any security or...?

Loads, according to Dad.

That's what worried them so much. Happened right under their noses.

It's hurting again, isn't it? Your scar.

I'm fine.

You know Sirius will want to hear about this...

...what you saw at the World Cup and the dream.

Hedwig. There we go.

Clear the runway!

Well, there's something you don't see every day.

Well, now we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement.

This castle will not only be your home this year...

...but home to some very special guests as well.

You see, Hogwarts has been chosen....

Yes, what is it?

What is it?

Tell them to wait. Tell them to wait. Wait.

So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event:

The Triwizard Tournament.

-For those of you who do not know... -Brilliant.

...the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools...

...for a series of magical contests.

From each school, a single student is selected to compete.

Now let me be clear.

If chosen, you stand alone.

And trust me when I say...

...these contests are not for the faint-hearted.

But more of that later. For now, please join me in welcoming...

...the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic...

...and their headmistress, Madame Maxime.

Bloody hell.

Blimey. That's one big woman.

And now our friends from the north.

Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang...

...and their high master, lgor Karkaroff.

Oh, it's Krum!

Blimey, it's him!

Viktor Krum!

Albus.

Igor.

Professor Dumbly-dorr, my horses have traveled a long way.

-They will need attending to. -Don't worry, Madame Maxime.

Our gamekeeper, Hagrid, is more than capable of seeing to them.

But you know, Monsieur Hagrid...

...they drink only single-malt whiskey.

You idiot!

Your attention, please!

I'd like to say a few words.

Eternal glory.

That is what awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament.

But to do this, that student must survive three tasks.

Three extremely dangerous tasks.

-Wicked. -Wicked.

For this reason, the Ministry has seen fit to impose a new rule.

To explain all this...

...we have the head of the Department of lnternational Magical Cooperation...

...Mr. Bartemius Crouch.

Bloody hell. It's Mad-Eye Moody.

-Alastor Moody? The Auror? -Auror?

Dark-wizard catcher. Half the cells in Azkaban are filled thanks to him.

He's supposed to be mad as a hatter, though, these days.

-My dear old friend, thanks for coming. -Stupid ceiling.

Thank you.

What's that he's drinking, do you suppose?

I don't know, but I don't think it's pumpkin juice.

After due consideration...

...the Ministry has concluded that, for their own safety...

...no student under the age of 1 7...

...shall be allowed to put forth their name for the Triwizard Tournament.

-This decision is final. -That's rubbish!

That's rubbish! You don't know what you're doing!

-Silence! -They're not too happy about that, then.

The Goblet of Fire.

Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament...

...need only write their name upon a piece of parchment...

...and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night.

Do not do so lightly.

If chosen, there's no turning back.

As from this moment, the Triwizard Tournament has begun.

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?

-Three, sir. -And they are so named?

Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them will--

Will 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.

You need to find another place to put your chewing gum...

...besides the underside of your desk, Mr. Finnigan!

No way. The old codger can see out the back of his head.

And hear across classrooms!

So which curse shall we see first?

-Weasley! -Yes?

Stand.

Give us a curse.

Well, my dad did tell me about one.

The lmperius Curse.

Oh, yeah, your father would know all about that.

Gave the Ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago.

Perhaps this will show you why.

Hello.

Lovely little beauty.

Engorgio.

Imperio!

Don't worry. It's completely harmless.

If she bites...

...she's lethal.

What are you laughing at?

Get off!

Talented, isn't she?

What should I have her do next? Jump out the window?

Drown herself?

Scores of witches and wizards have claimed...

...that they only did You-Know-Who's bidding...

...under the influence of the lmperius Curse.

But here's the rub:

How do we sort out the liars?

Another, another.

Up, up. Come on.

Longbottom, is it?

Up.

Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for herbology.

There's the....

The Cruciatus Curse.

Correct, correct. Come, come.

Particularly nasty.

The torture curse.

Crucio!

Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him? Stop it!

Perhaps you could give us the last Unforgivable Curse, Miss Granger.

No?

Avada Kedavra!

The Killing Curse.

Only one person is known to have survived it...

...and he's sitting in this room.

Brilliant, isn't he?

Completely demented, of course, and terrifying to be in the same room with...

...but he's really been there, you know? He's looked evil in the eye.

There's a reason those curses are unforgivable.

To perform them in a classroom.... I mean, did you see Neville's face?

Neville?

Son?

You all right?

Come on. We'll have a cup of tea. I want to show you something.

We're gonna be late!

Come on, Cedric. Put it in!

Eternal glory. Be brilliant, wouldn't it?

Three years from now, when we're old enough to be chosen.

Yeah, rather you than me.

Yes!

Thank you, thank you.

-Well, lads, we've done it. -Cooked it up just this morning.

It's not going to work.

-Oh, yeah? -And why is 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.

-But that's why it's so brilliant. -Because it's so pathetically dimwitted.

-Ready, Fred? -Ready, George.

-Bottoms up. -Bottoms up.

-Yes! -Yes!

Yeah!

Yes!

Ready?

-Yes! -Yes!

-You said! -You said!

-Oh, right, you want a piece of me?! -I'll tear your ears off!

-Now you're making me laugh. -Take this! Come on!

Fight! Fight! Fight!

We're "old school," right?

Yeah, but you look older!

Sit down. Please.

Now the moment you've all been waiting for:

The champion selection.

The Durmstrang champion is Viktor Krum.

The champion for Beauxbatons...

...is Fleur Delacour.

The Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory!

Excellent! We now have our three champions.

But in the end, only one will go down in history.

Only one will hoist this chalice of champions...

...this vessel of victory...

...the Triwizard Cup!

Harry Potter.

Harry Potter?

No. No.

Harry Potter!

Go on, Harry.

Harry, for goodness sake.

He's a cheat!

He's not even 1 7 yet!

-It's wrong, I tell you! -You French tart.

-Everything is a conspiracy theory with you! -Quiet! I can't think!

-Everything is a conspiracy theory! -I protest.

-Harry. -I protest!

Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?

-No, sir. -Did you ask one of the older students...

-...to do it for you? -No, sir.

-You're absolutely sure? -Yes. Yes, sir.

-But of course he is lying. -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.

You seem to have given this a fair bit of thought, Mad-Eye.

It was once my job to think as dark wizards do, Karkaroff...

-...perhaps you remember. -This doesn't help, Alastor.

Leave this to you, Barty.

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.

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 accommodate the Ministry?

Headmaster, l, 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...

...Iet 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.

How did you do it?

Never mind. Doesn't matter. Might've let your best friend know, though.

-Let you know what? -You know bloody well what.

I didn't ask for this to happen, Ron.

Okay?

-You're being stupid. -Yeah, that's me.

Ron Weasley, Harry Potter's stupid friend.

I didn't put my name in that cup.

I don't want eternal glory. I just wanna be....

Look, I don't know what happened tonight, and I don't know why.

It just did.

Okay?

Piss off.

What a charismatic quartet.

Hello.

I'm Rita Skeeter.

I write for the Daily Prophet.

But of course you know that, don't you? It's you we don't know.

You're the juicy news.

What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks?

What mysteries do the muscles mask?

Does courage lie beneath those curls?

In short, what makes a champion tick?

" Me, Myself & l" want to know. Not to mention my rabid readers.

So who's feeling up to sharing?

Shall we start with the youngest? Lovely.

This is cozy.

It's a broom cupboard.

You should feel right at home, then.

Don't mind if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill, do you?

No.

So tell me, Harry.

Here you sit, a mere boy of 1 2--

I'm 1 4. Sorry.

--about to compete against three students...

...not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself...

...but who have mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt...

...in your dizziest daydreams.

Concerned?

I don't know. I haven't really thought about it.

Just ignore the quill.

Then, of course, you're no ordinary boy of 1 2, are you?

-Fourteen. -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?

No, I didn't enter.

Of course you didn't.

Everyone loves a rebel, Harry.

Scratch that last.

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?

Hey, my eyes aren't "glistening with the ghosts of my past."

Harry, I couldn 't risk sending Hedwig.

Since the World Cup, the Ministry's been intercepting more and more owls...

...and she 's too easily recognized.

We need to talk, Harry, face-to-face.

Meet me in the Gryffindor common room, 1 :00 this Saturday night.

And make sure you 're alone.

Sirius.

P. S.:

The bird bites.

Sirius?

Harry Potter, age 1 2...

...suspect entrant in the Triwizard Tournament.

His eyes swimming with the ghosts of his past...

...and choking back tears....

Sirius. How--?

I don ' t have much time, so let me get straight to it.

Did you or did you not put your name into the Goblet of Fire?

No!

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.

You think one of them put my name in the goblet?

I haven't a clue who put your name in that goblet...

...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.

Who were you talking to?

-What? Who says I was talking to anyone? -I heard voices.

Maybe you're imagining things. Wouldn't be the first time.

You're probably just practicing for your next interview, I expect.

Amazing.

-Amazing! -Neville. You're doing it again.

Right, sorry.

"Magical Water Plants of the Highland Lochs"?

Moody gave it to me. That day we had tea.

It's already been through enough people.

Why don't you just go and talk to him yourself?

Ron, this is your problem, not mine.

What do you want me to say again?

Go.

Ronald would like me to tell you that Seamus told him...

...that Dean was told by Parvati that Hagrid's looking for you.

Is that right? Well, you--

What?

-Are you sure you won't do this? -Do it.

Dean was told by Parvati that....

Please don't ask me to say it again.

Hagrid's looking for you.

-Well, you can tell Ronald-- -I'm not an owl!

Did you bring your father's cloak, like I asked you?

Yeah, I brought the cloak. Hagrid, where are we going?

You'll see soon enough.

Now pay attention, this is important.

What's with the flower?

Hagrid, have you combed your hair?

As a matter of fact, I have.

You might like to try the same thing now and again.

Hagrid?

The cloak! Put the cloak on!

-Bonsoir, Olympe. -Oh, Hagrid.

I thought perhaps you weren't coming. I thought perhaps...

...you had forgotten me.

Couldn't forget you, Olympe.

What is it you wanted to show me?

When we spoke earlier, you sounded so...

...exhilarated.

You'll be glad you came. Trust me.

Can we get closer?

Dragons?

That's the first task?

-You're joking. -Come on, Harry.

These are seriously misunderstood creatures.

Oh, crikey!

Although, I have to admit, that Horntail is a right nasty piece of work.

Poor Ron nearly fainted just seeing him, you know.

-Ron was here? -Oh, sure.

His brother Charlie helped to bring him over from Romania.

Didn't Ron tell you that?

No, he didn't.

He didn't tell me a thing.

-You cheat, Potter. -You stink, Potter.

-Good luck, Potter. -Potter stinks!

-Cedric rules. -Thanks.

Like the badge?

Excuse me.

Harry.

Hey! Read the badge, Potter!

Can I have a word?

-All right. -You stink, Potter!

-Potter, you stink! -Harry Potter smells!

Dragons. That's the first task.

-They've got one for each of us. -Come on, Ced!

Are you serious?

And Fleur and Krum, do they--?

-Yes. -Come on, Ced, leave him.

-Right. -He's not worth it.

-Read the badges, Potter! -Hey, listen. About the badges.

-I've asked them not to wear them, but-- -Don't worry about it.

It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly.

It just happens a fair bit.

You have to admit, though, fire's pretty fascinating.

You're a right foul git, you know that?

-You think so? -I know so.

Anything else?

-Yeah. Stay away from me. -Fine.

-There's Potter. Cheat. -Why so tense, Potter?

My father and I have a bet, you see.

I don't think you're gonna last 1 0 minutes in this tournament.

He disagrees. He thinks you won't last five.

I don't give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy.

He's vile and cruel. And you're just pathetic.

-Pathetic? -Oh, no, you don't, sonny!

I'll teach you to curse someone when their back is turned!

You stinking, cowardly, scummy...

-Professor Moody! -...back-shooting--

-What are you doing? -Teaching.

-ls that a--? Is that a student? -Technically, it's a ferret.

Stand still! Stand still!

-My father will hear about this! -ls that a threat?

-Professor Moody! -ls that a threat?

Professor!

I could tell you stories about your father that would curl even your greasy hair!

-Alastor! Alastor. -lt 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 l'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 l....

-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, Harry. 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 1 0 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...

...Ionging 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.

Very funny.

And then he died just when I started school, so....

So I sort of had to make me own way, as it were.

But enough of me. What about you?

This is mad. At this rate, we'll be the only ones in our year without dates.

Well, us and Neville.

Yeah, but, then again, he can take himself.

It might interest you to know that Neville's already got someone.

Now I'm really depressed.

"Get a move on or all the good ones will have gone."

Who you going with, then?

-Oi, Angelina? -What?

Do you wanna go to the ball with me?

To the ball?

Yeah, all right.

Oi, Hermione.

You're a girl.

Very well spotted.

Come with one of us?

Come on. It's one thing for a bloke to show up alone.

For a girl, it's just sad.

I won't be going alone, because, believe it or not, someone's asked me!

And I said yes!

Bloody hell.

She's lying, right?

If you say so.

Look, we've just gotta grit our teeth and do it.

Tonight, when we get back to the common room, we'll both have partners. Agreed?

Agreed.

-Cho! -Harry!

Watch yourself on the stairs. It's a bit icy at the top.

Okay, thanks.

Cho?

Yes?

Well, I just wondered if you--

I wondered if maybe you wanted to go to the ball with me.

Sorry, I didn't catch that.

I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to go to the ball with me.

Harry...

...I'm sorry, but someone's already asked me.

And....

Well, I've said I'll go with him.

Okay. Yeah. Great.

Fine. No problem.

Okay. Good.

Harry?

I really am...

...sorry.

It's all right, Ron.

It's okay, Ron. It's all right. It doesn't matter.

What happened to you?

He just asked Fleur Delacour out.

-What? -What did she say?

No, of course.

-She said yes? -Don't be silly.

There she was, walking by. You know how I like it when they walk.

I couldn't help it. It just sort of slipped out.

Actually, he sort of screamed at her. It was a bit frightening.

-And what did you do then? -What else? I ran for it.

I'm not cut out for this, Harry. I don't know what got into me.

-Hi, Harry. -Hi, Harry.

I always liked looking at them from behind.

She's never gonna forgive me, ever.

Hey!

Bloody hell.

Bloody hell.

Bloody....

Oh, bloody....

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.

Traditional?! They're ancient! I look like my Great Aunt Tessie!

I smell like my Great Aunt Tessie.

Murder me, Harry.

Leave it alone!

Poor kid. I bet she's alone in her room, crying her eyes out.

-Who? -Hermione, of course.

Come on, Harry, why do you think she wouldn't tell us who she's coming with?

Because we'd take the mickey out of her if she did.

Nobody asked her. Would've taken her myself if she wasn't so bloody proud.

-Hello, boys. -Hello, boys.

Don't you look...

...dashing.

There you are, Potter. Are you and Miss Patil ready?

-Ready, professor? -To dance.

It's traditional that the three champions-- Well, in this case, four.

--are the first to dance.

-Surely I told you that. -No.

Well, now you know.

As for you, Mr. Weasley, you may proceed into the Great Hall with Miss Patil.

-Oh, there you are. -Come on, then.

Come along this way.

Oh, come on.

-Hi. -Now, I need you all to line up...

...in the procession, please. Oh, you are very late.

This way. This way. Come along.

She looks beautiful!

Yeah, she does.

Is that Hermione Granger? With Viktor Krum?

No. Absolutely not.

Hi!

Harry, take my waist.

-What? -Now!

Are you ready?

Move your body like a hairy troll

Learning to rock and roll

Spin around like a crazy elf

Dancing by himself

Boogie down like a unicorn

No stopping till the break of dawn

Put your hands up in the air

Like an ogre who just don 't care

Can you dance like a Hippogriff?

Ruddy pumpkinhead, isn't he?

I don't think it was the books that had him going to the library.

May I have your arm?

Arm. Leg. I'm yours.

Hot, isn't it?

Viktor's gone to go and get drinks. Would you care to join us?

No, we'd not care to join you and Viktor.

What's got your wand in a knot?

He's a Durmstrang. You're fraternizing with the enemy.

The enemy? Who was it wanting his autograph?

Besides, the whole point of the tournament...

...is international magical cooperation...

...to make friends.

I think he's got a bit more than friendship on his mind.

Are you going to ask me to dance or not?

No.

-He's using you. -How dare you?!

-Besides, I can take care of myself. -I doubt it. He's way too old.

-What?! What? That's what you think? -Yeah, that's what I think.

You know the solution then, don't you?

-Go on. -Next time there's a ball...

...pluck up the courage and ask me before somebody else does!

And not as a last resort.

Well, that's-- I mean, that's just completely off the point.

Harry.

Where have you been?

Never mind! Off to bed, both of you.

-They get scary when they get older. -Ron, you spoiled everything!

What's this about?

No, don 't let

This magic die

The answer's there

Let me see it again.

Yes, the time is close now.

Harry, at last!

Step aside, Wormtail, so I can give our guest a proper greeting.

You all right, Harry?

I just got in.

Me.

Harry, you told me you'd figured the egg out weeks ago.

-The task is two days from now. -Really? I had no idea.

I suppose Viktor's already figured it out.

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.

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?

What's that supposed to mean?

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.

Hey, Potter!

-Potter! -Cedric.

How--? How are you?

Spectacular.

I realize I never really thanked you properly for tipping me off about those dragons.

Forget it. I'm sure you would've done the same for me.

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.

I must be out of my mind.

I'm definitely out of my mind.

I'd try putting it in the water if I were you.

Myrtle!

Hello, Harry.

Long time no see.

I was circling a blocked drain the other day...

...and could swear I saw a bit of Polyjuice Potion.

Not being a bad boy again, are you, Harry?

Polyjuice Potion?

Kicked the habit. Myrtle, did you say, "Try putting it in the water"?

That's what he did.

The other boy...

...the handsome one...

...Cedric.

Well, go on. Open it.

Come seek us Where our voices sound

We cannot sing Above the ground

An hour long you'll have to look

To recover what we took

Myrtle...

...there aren't merpeople in the Black Lake, are there?

Very good.

It took Cedric ages to riddle it out.

Almost all the bubbles were gone.

Harry, tell me again.

"Come seek us where our voices sound."

The Black Lake, that's obvious.

"An hour long you'll have to look."

Again, obvious. Though, admittedly, potentially problematic.

"Potentially problematic"?

When's the last time you held your breath underwater for an hour, Hermione?

Look, Harry, we can do this. The three of us can figure it out.

Hate to break up the skull session.

Professor McGonagall wants you in her office.

Not you, Potter, just Weasley and Granger.

But, sir, the second task is only hours away, and--

Exactly. Presumably Potter is well prepared by now...

...and could do with a good night's sleep.

Go. Now!

Longbottom!

Why don't you help Potter put his books back.

You know, if you're interested in plants...

...you'd be better off with Goshawk's Guide to Herbology.

Do you know there's a wizard in Nepal who's growing gravity-resistant trees?

Neville, no offense, but I really don't care...

...about plants.

Now, if there's...

...a Tibetan turnip that will allow me to breathe underwater for an hour...

...then great. But otherwise--

I don't know about a turnip. But you could always use gillyweed.

-Any bets? Any bets? -Come on, place your bets!

Step up, mates! Don't be shy.

-Three lads. -One lady.

-Four go down. -But do four come up?

Don't be so mean.

-Any bets? -Fleur's 1 0-1.

-You're sure about this, Neville? -Absolutely.

-For an hour? -Most likely.

Most likely?

Well, there is some debate among herbologists...

...as to the effects of fresh water versus salt water--

You're telling me this now? You must be joking!

I just wanted to help.

Well, that makes you a right sight better than Ron and Hermione.

Where are they anyway?

-You seem a little tense, Harry. -Do l?

Welcome to the second task.

Last night, something was stolen from each of our champions.

A treasure of sorts.

These four treasures, one for each champion...

...now lie on the bottom of the Black Lake.

In order to win...

...each champion need only find their treasure and return to the surface.

-Simple enough, except for this: -Put that in your mouth.

They will have but one hour to do so, and one hour only.

After that, they'll be on their own. No magic will save them.

You may begin at the sound of the cannon.

-What's the matter with him? -I don ' t know, I can ' t see him.

Oh, my God. I've killed Harry Potter.

Yeah!

What?

The Beauxbatons champion, Miss Delacour...

...has unfortunately been forced to retire...

...so she will take no further part in this task.

But she' s my friend too!

Only one!

Let's get down below.

Krum! Krum! Krum!

Yes!

Ascendio!

Harry!

He's all right.

He's all right. Barty!

-Go get him another towel. -I want all the judges over here now!

You saved her, even though she wasn't yours to save.

My little sister.

Thank you.

And you! You helped.

Well, yeah, a bit.

-Harry! -Hermione!

Are you all right? You must be freezing.

Personally, I think you behaved admirably.

I finished last, Hermione.

Next to last. Fleur never got past the Grindylows.

Krum! Krum! Krum!

-Come on! Come on! -Attention!

Attention!

The winner is Mr. Diggory...

...who showed innate command of the Bubble-Head Charm.

However, seeing as Mr. Potter would have finished first...

...had it not been for his determination to rescue not only Mr. Weasley...

...but the others as well, we've agreed to award him...

...second place...

-Second place! -Well done!

...for outstanding moral fiber!

Yes!

-Right on. -All that moral fiber, eh?

-It's great. -Moral fiber?

Blimey. Even when you go wrong, it turns out right.

-Yeah, well done, Moral Fiber. -Congratulations, Potter.

-A fine achievement. -Thank you.

Well done, boy.

-See you at Hagrid's, Harry. -I'm sorry we haven't spoken.

After all, your story is one I've heard so many times.

Quite remarkable, really. Tragic, of course...

...to lose one's family.

Never whole again, are we?

Still, life goes on...

...and here we stand.

I'm sure your parents would be very proud of you today, Potter.

Bartemius!

Not trying to lure Potter into one of the Ministry's summer internships, are we?

The last boy who went into the Department of Mysteries never came out!

And they say I'm mad.

Now, I remember-- I remember when I first met you all.

Biggest bunch of misfits I ever set eyes on.

Suppose you remind me of meself a little.

-And here we all are, four years later. -We're still a bunch of misfits.

Well, maybe, but we've all got each other.

And Harry, of course.

Soon to be the youngest Triwizard champion there's ever been!

Hooray!

Hogwarts, Hogwarts Hoggy Warty Hogwarts

Teach us something, please

Mr. Crouch?

A man has died here, Fudge. And he won't be the last. You must take action.

I will not.

In times like these, the wizard world looks to its leaders for strength, Dumbledore!

Then for once show them some!

The Triwizard Tournament will not be canceled. I will not be seen as a coward!

A true leader does what is right, no matter what others think.

-What did you say to me? -Excuse me, gentlemen.

It may interest you to know this conversation is no longer private.

Oh, Harry!

Harry, how good to see you again.

I can come back later, professor.

Not necessary, Harry. The minister and l are done. I'll be back in a moment.

Minister, after you.

There you are. Your hat.

Oh, Harry, do feel free to indulge in a little Licorice Snap in my absence.

But I have to warn you, they're a wee bit sharp.

Professor?

-Professor. -Yeah.

Igor Karkaroff, you have been brought from Azkaban at your own request...

...to present evidence to this council.

Should your testimony prove consequential...

...council may be prepared to order your immediate release.

Until such time, you remain in the eyes of the Ministry a convicted Death Eater.

Do you accept these terms?

-I do, sir. -And what do you wish to present?

I have names, sir.

There was Rosier, Evan Rosier.

-Rosier is dead. -He took a piece of me with him...

-...though, didn't he? -I didn't know.

-lf that is all the witness has to offer-- -No, no, no.

There was Rookwood! He was a spy.

Augustus Rookwood? Of the Department of Mysteries?

Yeah, the same.

He passed information to You-Know-Who from inside the Ministry itself.

Very well. Council will deliberate.

In the meantime, you will return to Azkaban.

No! Wait! Wait, please! Please, I have more! What about Snape? Severus Snape?

As the council is aware, I've given evidence on this matter.

Severus Snape was indeed a Death Eater and, prior to Lord Voldemort's downfall...

-...turned spy for us at great personal risk. -It's a lie!

-Today he's no more a Death Eater than I am. -Snape remains faithful to the Dark Lord!

Silence!

Unless the witness possesses any genuine name of consequence...

...this session is now concluded.

Oh, no, no, no.

I've heard about one more.

-What's that? -The name.

-Yes? -I know for a fact...

...this person took part in the capture...

...and, by means of the Cruciatus Curse...

...torture of the Auror Frank Longbottom and his wife!

The name. Give me the wretched name!

Barty Crouch...

...Junior.

Hold him down!

Get your filthy hands off me, you pathetic little men!

Hello, Father.

You are no son of mine.

Curiosity is not a sin, Harry. But you should exercise caution.

It's a Pensieve.

Very useful if, like me, you find your mind a wee bit stretched.

It allows me to see once more things I've already seen.

You see, Harry, I have searched and searched for something...

...some small detail...

...something I might have overlooked...

...something that would explain why these terrible things have happened.

Every time I get close to an answer, it slips away.

It's maddening.

Sir? Mr. Crouch's son.

What exactly happened to him?

He was sent to Azkaban. Destroyed Barty to do it.

But he had no choice. The evidence was overwhelming.

-Why do you ask? -It's just that l....

I had a dream about him.

It was in the summer, before school.

In the dream, I was in a house.

And Voldemort was there, only he wasn 't quite human.

And Wormtail was there too. And Mr. Crouch 's son.

-Have there been others like this dream? - Yes.

Always the same one.

Sir, these dreams...

...what I see, you don ' t think it' s actually happening, do you?

I think it's unwise for you to linger over these dreams, Harry.

I think it's best if you simply...

...cast them away.

It's a sign, Severus. You know what it means as well as l.

Potter!

What's your hurry?

Congratulations, your performance in the Black Lake was inspiring.

Gillyweed, am I correct?

Yes, sir.

Ingenious.

A rather rare herb, gillyweed.

Not something found in your everyday garden.

Nor is this.

Know what it is?

Bubble juice, sir?

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.

-I haven't stolen anything. -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!

-Yeah! -Yeah!

Sonorus!

Earlier today, Professor Moody placed the Triwizard Cup deep within the maze.

Only he knows its exact position. Now, as Mr. Diggory...

...and Mr. Potter...

...are tied for first position...

...they will be the first to enter the maze, followed by Mr. Krum...

-...and Miss Delacour. -Come on! Krum! Krum! Krum!

The first person to touch the cup will be the winner!

I've instructed the staff to patrol the perimeter.

Should, at any point, a contestant wish to withdraw from the task...

...he or she need only send up red sparks with their wands.

Contestants! Gather around. Quickly!

In the maze, you'll find no dragons or creatures of the deep.

Instead, you'll face something even more challenging.

You see, people change in the maze.

Oh, find the cup if you can.

But be very wary, you could just lose yourselves along the way.

Champions, prepare yourselves!

Good luck.

-My boy. -See you later, Dad.

On the count of three. One--

Fleur?

Fleur.

Periculum!

Get down!

Get down!

Expelliarmus!

No, don't! Stop! He's bewitched, Cedric!

-Get off me! -He's bewitched!

Yes.

Harry!

Harry!

Harry!

Harry!

Reducto!

-Thanks. -No problem.

You know, for a moment there, I thought you were gonna let it get me.

For a moment, so did l.

Some game, huh?

Some game.

Go!

Go on, take it. You saved me, take it!

-Together. One, two... -Two...

-...three! -...three!

-You okay? -Yeah. You?

Where are we?

I've been here before.

It's a Portkey.

-Harry, the cup is a Portkey. -I've been here before, in a dream.

Cedric! We have to get back to the cup. Now!

What are you talking about?

-Harry! What is it? -Get back to the cup!

-Who are you? What do you want? -Kill the spare.

-Avada Kedavra! -No! Cedric!

Do it! Now!

Bone of the father...

...unwillingly given.

Flesh of the servant...

...willingly sacrificed.

And blood of the enemy...

...forcibly taken.

The Dark Lord shall rise...

...again.

My wand, Wormtail.

Hold out your arm.

Master.

Thank you, master.

The other arm, Wormtail.

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.

Crabbe! Macnair!

Goyle!

Not even you...

...Lucius.

My Lord, had I detected any sign, a whisper of your whereabouts--

There were signs, my slippery friend. And more than whispers.

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.

I returned.

Out of fear, not loyalty.

Still, you have proved yourself useful these past few months, Wormtail.

Thank you, master.

Thank you.

-Such a handsome boy. -Don't touch him!

Harry.

I'd almost forgotten you were here.

Standing on the bones of my father. Yeah.

I'd introduce you...

...but word has it you're almost as famous as me these days.

The boy who lived.

How lies have fed your legend, Harry.

Shall I reveal what really happened that night 1 3 years ago?

Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers?

Yes, shall l?

It was love.

You see, when dear, sweet 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.

Yeah.

Astonishing what a few drops of your blood will do, eh, Harry?

Pick up your wand, Potter.

I said, pick it up! Get up! Get up!

You've been taught how to duel, I presume, yes?

First, we bow to each other.

Come on, now, Harry. The niceties must be observed.

Dumbledore wouldn't want you to forget your manners, would he?

I said, bow.

-That's better. And now.... -No.

Crucio!

Crucio!

Attaboy, Harry.

Your parents would be proud.

Especially your filthy Muggle mother.

Expelliar--

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 you...

...they'll speak only of how you...

...begged for death.

And l, being a merciful Lord...

...obliged.

Get up!

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!

Have it your way.

-Expelliarmus! -Avada Kedavra!

Do nothing! He's mine to finish!

He's mine!

Harry, when the connection is broken, you must get to the Portkey.

We can linger for a moment to give you some time...

...but only a moment. Do you understand?

Harry, take my body back, will you?

Take my body back to my father.

Let go.

Sweetheart, you're ready.

Let go! Let go!

Accio!

No!

He did it!

Harry!

Harry!

No! No! No, don't!

For God's sake, Dumbledore, what's happened?

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.

It's all right, Harry. It's all right.

He's home. You both are.

Keep everybody in their seats. A boy has just been killed.

The body must be moved, Dumbledore. There are too many people.

Let me through.

Let me through!

Let me through!

That's my son!

That's my boy!

It's my boy!

-Come on. Get up. Easy, easy! -No.

This is not where you want to be right now. Come on.

No!

It's all right, I got you.

I got you. Come on. Easy, now.

No!

No!

Are you all right, Potter?

Does it hurt? That?

Not so much now.

Perhaps I'd better take a look at it.

The cup was a Portkey.

Someone had bewitched it.

What was it like?

-What was he like? -Who?

The Dark Lord.

What was it like to stand in his presence?

I don't know.

It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams...

...into one of my nightmares.

Were there others?

In the graveyard, were there others?

I....

I don't think I said anything about a graveyard, professor.

"Marvelous creatures, dragons, aren't they? "

Did you think that miserable oaf would've led 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?

Did 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?

It was you from the beginning. You put my name in the Goblet of Fire.

-You bewitched Krum, but you-- -"But-- But--"

You won because I made it so, Potter.

You ended up in that graveyard tonight because it was meant to be so.

And now the deed is done.

The blood that runs through these 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.

Expelliarmus!

Severus.

That's it, take it.

-Do you know who I am? -Albus Dumbledore.

-Are you Alastor Moody? Are you? -No.

Is he in this room? Is he in this room?

Harry, away from there!

-You all right, Alastor? -I'm sorry, Albus.

That's Moody. But then who's--?

Polyjuice Potion.

Now we know who's been stealing from your stores, Severus.

We'll get you up in a minute.

Harry!

Barty Crouch Junior.

I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

Your arm, Harry.

You know what this means, don't you?

He's back.

Lord Voldemort has returned.

I'm sorry, sir. I couldn't help it.

Send an owl to Azkaban. I think they'll find they're missing a prisoner.

-I'll be welcomed back like a hero. -Perhaps.

Personally, I've never had much time for heroes.

Today, we acknowledge...

...a really terrible loss.

Cedric Diggory was, as you all know...

...exceptionally hard-working...

...infinitely fair-minded...

...and, most importantly...

...a fierce, fierce friend.

Now, I think, therefore, you have the right to know exactly how he died.

You see...

...Cedric Diggory was murdered...

...by Lord Voldemort!

The Ministry of Magic does not wish me to tell you this.

But not to do so, I think, would be an insult to his memory.

Now, the pain...

...we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me...

...and reminds us...

...that while we may come from different places and speak in different tongues...

...our hearts beat as one.

In light of recent events...

...the bonds of friendship we've made this year will be more important than ever.

Remember that, and Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain.

You remember that...

...and we'll celebrate a boy who was...

...kind and honest...

...and brave and true, right to the very end.

I never liked these curtains.

Set them on fire in my fourth year.

By accident, of course.

I put you in terrible danger this year, Harry. I'm sorry.

Professor...

...when I was in the graveyard, there was a moment...

...when Voldemort's wand and mine sort of connected.

Priori Incantatem.

You saw your parents that night, didn't you?

They reappeared.

No spell can reawaken the dead, Harry. I trust you know that.

Dark and difficult times lie ahead.

Soon we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy.

But remember this:

You have friends here.

You're not alone.

Hermione.

This is for you.

Write to me. Promise.

Bye.

Au revoir, Ron.

Do you think we'll ever just have a quiet year at Hogwarts?

-No. -No.

No, 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.

I won't. You know I won't.

-Harry will, won't you? -Yeah. Every week.