I wasn't the only one who thought you'd done it...

Father and I are in the minister's box, by personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself.

Do enjoy yourself, won't you?...

Then there's Barty Crouch. Heart of stone...

If chosen, there's no turning back...

I am here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story. Goodbye. The end...

The Killing Curse. Only one person is known to have survived it...

What...? Do nothing? Offer him up as bait?...

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

Professor Moody! What are you doing?

As for Krum, his head may be filled with sawdust...

- Mum sent me a dress!
- Well, it does match your eyes...

I will not have you, in the course of a single evening, besmirching that name...

Oi, Hermione ... You're a girl.

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.

- Well, I expect yours are more traditional.
- Traditional?! They're ancient!...

Besides, the whole point of the tournament is international magical co-operation. To make friends.

Come seek us where our voices sound...

I'm going to kill you, Harry Potter...

She provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch him...

I never liked these curtains...

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

So, Harry, here you sit, a mere boy of twelve...

Hey, Dad. Where are we going?