| Last Line | Character |
| Leave it to me. | |
| Harry - thanks. | |
| Hold on for your father... it will be all right... hold on... | |
| Harry... take my body back , will you? Take my body back to my parents... | |
| Thank you for the socks, Harry Potter! | |
| My master's plan worked. He is returned to power and I will be honoured by him beyond the dreams of wizards. | |
| I am. | |
| Oh - Cedric. Cedric Diggory | |
| If I didn't know he'd always been dim, I'd have said some of those Bludgers had permanently affected his brain... | |
| Mudbloods and Muggle-lovers first! Well - second - Diggory was the f- | |
| Do it now. Be ready to run... do it now... | |
| So... on my whistle, Harry and Cedric! Three - two - one - | |
| He asked me when Hermione said no, and I thought... well... I'm not going to be able to go otherwise, I'm not in fourth year. I think I'll go and have dinner. | |
| I liked Diggory. He vos always polite to me. Alvays. Even though I vos from Durmstrang - with Karkaroff. | |
| Now... who'd like ter come an' visit the las' Skrewt with me? I was jokin' - jokin'! | |
| Stand aside! I will kill him! He is mine! | |
| I think Dumbledore will let you come to us later in the summer. Keep in touch, Harry. | |
| Very - very well. | |
| | Last Line | Character |
| Harry. | |
| I know things about Ludo Bagman that would make your hair curl... Not that it needs it - | |
| 'Alf-giant? Moi? I 'ave - I 'ave big bones! | |
| Master, we crave to know... we beg you to tell us... how you have achieved this... this miracle... how you managed to return to us... | |
| No! I assure you! Severus Snape is a Death Eater! | |
| Goodbye 'Arry. It 'az been a pleasure meeting you! | |
| Take them away! Take them away and let them rot there! | |
| Noooo! Master Barty, Master Barty, what is you saying? | |
| You'll see me very soon, Harry. I promise you. But I must do what I can, you understand, don't you? | |
| Remember Cedric Diggory. | |
| Just do me a favour, OK? Buy Ron some different dress robes, and say they're from you. | |
| See you, Harry! | |
| You fool! Cedric Diggory! Mr Crouch! These deaths were not the random work of a lunatic! | |
| Bye, Harry! | |
| No, my Lord... never, my Lord... | |
| Don't let him get you, Harry - don't let go! | |
| Your winnings. One thousand Galleons. There should have been a presentation ceremony, but in the circumstances... | |
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