Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (film)

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

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

Harry Potter

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

Lord Voldemort

  • The Boy Who Lived. How lies have fed your legend, Harry! Shall I reveal what really happened that night thirteen years ago? Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers? [Whispers] Yes, shall I? It was love. You see, when sweet, dear, Lily Potter gave her life for her only son, she provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch him. It was old magic, something I should have foreseen. But no matter, no matter, things have changed. I can touch him... now... Astounding what a few drops of your blood will do eh, Harry?
  • Pick up your wand, Potter! You've been taught how to duel, I presume. First, we bow to each other. Come now, Harry. The niceties must be observed. Dumbledore wouldn't want you to forget your manners, would he? I said, bow!
  • [when Harry hides behind gravestone] Don't you turn your back on me, Harry Potter! I want you to look at me when I kill you! I want to see the lights leave your eyes!
  • Crucio!
  • I'm going to kill you, Harry Potter. I'm going to destroy you. After tonight, no one will ever again question my powers. After tonight, if they speak of your name, they'll speak only of how you begged for death, and I, being a merciful lord... obliged.
  • Avada Kedavra!
  • [To the onlooking Death Eaters during Priori Incantatem] Do nothing! He is mine to finish! HE'S MINE!

Ron Weasley

  • Murder me, Harry.
  • Bloody Hell!
  • Piss off.
  • That's me. Ron Weasley, Harry Potter's stupid friend.
  • Something's about to burst out of Eloise Midgen but I don't think it's going to be a swan.

Albus Dumbledore

  • Dark and difficult times lie ahead, Harry. Soon we must all face the choice, between what is right and what is easy.
  • I keep looking for some mistake, some sign, some clue as to why these terrible things are happening, but everytime I get close to an answer, IT SLIPS AWAY, it's maddening.
  • [Enters the tent of the First Task] Welcome today, champions. Now you've waited, you've wondered, and finally, the moment has arrived. A moment only four of you can fully appreciate. What are you doing here, Miss Granger?

Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody

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

Sirius Black

  • (In the letter)P.S. The bird bites.(the bird bites Harry)
  • I have no idea who put your name in that goblet Harry, but whoever did is not a friend to you. People die in this tournament.


  • Neville Longbottom: Oh my God, I've killed Harry Potter!
  • Wormtail: Bone of the father, unwillingly given. Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed. Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken. The Dark Lord shall rise again.
  • Barty Crouch Jr.: I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
  • Fred Weasley: Well done dragon!!


Ginny: Who is that?
Fred/George: That, sis, is the best seeker in the world!
Everyone: KRUM!!!

Ron Weasley: [Discussing Krum at the World Cup] There's no one like Krum!
Fred/George: Krum?! Dumb Krum?!
Ron Weasley: He's like a bird the way he rides the wind!
Fred/George: [Flapping arms and moving around] KRUM KRUM
Ron Weasley: He's more than an athlete, he's an artist!
Ginny Weasley: I think you're in love, Ron!
Ron Weasley: Shut up!
Fred/George: [Singing]: Viktor I love you! Viktor I do-
Others: [Begin to sing as well] When we're apart, my heart beats only for you....

[Professor Moody's first lesson]
Moody: Alastor Moody. [Writes his name on the board] Ex-Auror, Ministry malcontent... and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story, good-bye, the end. Any questions? [No one raises their hand] When it comes to the Dark Arts, I believe in a practical approach. But first, who can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?
Hermione: Three, sir.
Moody: [Writes "Unforgiveable" on a blackboard] And they are so named?
Hermione: Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them will...
Moody: Earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban. Correct! The Ministry of Magic says you're too young to see what these curses do. I say different! You need to know what you're up against! You need to be prepared! [Seamus takes some gum out and puts it under his desk] You need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the under-side of your desk, Mr. Finnegan!
Seamus Finnegan: [Whispering] No way. The old codger can see in the back of his head.
Moody: [Throws the piece of chalk at Seamus] And hear across classrooms! Now, which curse shall we see first? WEASLEY!
Ron: Yes!?
Moody:Stand! Give us a curse.
Ron: Well, my dad did tell me about one. The Imperius Curse.
Moody: Oh, yeah. Your father would know all about that. Gave the Ministry a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why.

[Moody has just finished his Imperius Curse demonstration on an enlarged spider by sending it flying around the classroom]
Moody: Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only did You-Know-Who's bidding... under the influence of the Imperius Curse. But here's the rub: How do we sort out the liars? Another, another. Longbottom, is it? Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for Herbology.
Neville: [Nervously] There's the, um, the Cruciatus Curse.
Moody: Correct! Correct! Come. The Torture Curse. [Aims his wand at the spider] Crucio!
[The spider makes a terrifying squealing sound, seriously bothering Neville, who is watching it up close]
Hermione: Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him? Stop it!
Moody: [Snaps back into reality; Walks over and places the spider on Hermione's desk] Perhaps you could give us the last Unforgivable curse, Miss Granger. [Hermione shakes her head] No? [Points his wand at the spider] Avada Kedavra! [The spider falls, dead. Harry is watching from a desk across.] The killing curse. Only one person is known to have survived it...and he's sitting in this room

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

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

Rita Skeeter: This is cozy.
Harry: It's a broom cupboard.
Rita Skeeter: You should feel right at home then. [Forces Harry to a lower part of the cupboard] Don't mind if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill, do you?
Harry: Oh. Uh, no.
Rita Skeeter: So tell me, Harry. Here you sit, a mere boy of 12--
Harry: I'm 14. Sorry.
Rita Skeeter: About to compete against three students, not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself, but to have mastered spells you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams. Concerned?
Harry: I-I don't know. I haven't really thought about it.
Rita Skeeter: Just ignore the quill. Then, of course, you're no ordinary boy of 12, are you?
Harry: Fourteen.
Rita Skeeter: Your story's legend. Do you think it was the trauma of your past that made you so keen to enter such a dangerous tournament.
Harry: I didn't enter.
Rita Skeeter: Of course you didn't. Everyone loves a rebel, Harry. [To the quill] Scratch that last. Speaking of your parents, were they alive, How do you think they'd fee? Proud? Or concerned that your attitude shows, at best a pathological need for attention, at worst a psychotic death wish?
Harry: Hey! My eyes aren't "glistening with the ghosts of my past."

Hermione: Ronald would like me to tell you that Seamus told him that Dean was told by Parvati that Hagrid is looking for you.
Harry: Is that right? Well... you can tell him...wait...what?
Hermione: [Goes back to Ron, talks to him quietly for a few seconds, then walks back] Dean was told by Parvati that...that... Please don't ask me to say it again! Hagrid is looking for you.
Harry: Well you can tell Ron-
Hermione: I'M NOT AN OWL!

Draco Malfoy: Why so tense, Potter? My father and I have a bet, you see. I don't think you're gonna last ten minutes in the tournament... he disagrees. He thinks you won't last five! [laughs]
Harry: I don't give a damn what your Father thinks, Malfoy. He's vile, and cruel...and you're just pathetic.

[Moody has turned Draco Malfoy into a ferret for trying to curse Harry]
Professor McGonagall: Professor Moody, what are you doing?
Moody: [Flipping the Malfoy-ferret in the air] Teaching.
Professor McGonagall: Is that a... Is that a student?
Moody: Technically, It's a ferret.

Malfoy: My father will hear about this!
Moody: Was that a threat?!
McGonnagall: Professor Moody--
Moody: Is that a threat?!
McGonnagall: Alastor!
Moody: I could tell you stories about your father that would curl even your greasy hair, boy!
McGonnagall: Alastor!

McGonnagall: Alastor! [Moody listens] We never use Tranfiguration as a punishment! Surely, Professor Dumbledore told you that.
Moody: Might've mentioned it.
McGonnagall: Well, you will do well to remember it.
[As McGonnagall walks away, Moody sticks his tongue out at her, behind her back]

Ron: I reckon you'd have to be barking mad to put your name in the Goblet of Fire.
Harry: Caught on, have you? Took you long enough.
Ron: Well, I'm the not only who thought you'd done it. Everyone was saying it behind your back.
[Harry glares around the room; the others sheepishly avoid his eyes]
Harry: [sarcastic] Brilliant. That makes me feel loads better.
Ron: Least I warned you about the dragons.
Harry: Hagrid warned me about the dragons.
Ron: No, no, no. I did. No, don't you remember? I told Hermione to tell you that Seamus told me that Parvati told Dean that Hagrid was looking for you, Seamus never actually told me anything, so it was really me all along. I thought we'd be all right, you know, after you'd figured that out.
Harry: ... Who? Who could possibly figure that out? That's completely mental.
Ron: Yeah. Isn't it? I suppose I was a bit distraught.
Hermione: Boys.

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

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

Ron: What are those!? What are those?
Harry: My dress robes.
Ron: Well, they're all right! No lace, no dodgy little collar...
Harry: Well, I expect yours are more... traditional—
Ron Traditional?! They're ancient! I look like my great aunt Tessie. [sniffs clothing in armpit area] I smell like my great aunt Tessie!

[They look in the mirror]

Ron: Murder me, Harry.

Parvati: [Looking at Hermione] She looks beautiful!
Harry: [Looking at Cho] Yeah, she does...
Harry: Wha-

[Turns around and sees Hermione coming down the stairs. Noticing how beautiful she looks, he smiles gentely, agreeing with Parvati]

Boy from Durmstrang: [To Parvati] May I have your arm?
Parvati: [looks back at Harry then says to the boy] Arm? Leg? I'm yours!

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

[Harry is in a memory of Dumbledore's using the pensieve]
Barty Crouch Sr.: Igor Karkaroff, you have been brought from Azkaban at your own request. Should your testament prove consequential we may be willing to order your eminent release. Until such time you will remain in the eyes of the Ministry convicted Death Eater. Do you accept these terms?
Igor Karkaroff: I do, sir.
Barty Crouch Sr.: What do you wish to offer?
Igor Karkaroff: I have names, sir. There was Rosier, Evan Rosier.
Barty Crouch Sr.: Rosier is dead.
Alastor Moody: [to Dumbledore] Took a piece of me with him.
Barty Crouch Sr.: Is that all you have to offer?
Igor Karkaroff: Wait! I have more! There was Rookwood.
Barty Crouch Sr.: Augustus Rookwood of the Department of Mysteries?
Igor Karkaroff: Yes, the same. He gave information to You-Know-Who from inside the Ministry itself.
Barty Crouch Sr.: Very well, the council will deliberate. Until such time you will return to Azakaban.
Igor Karkaroff:Wait, wait. I have more. What about Snape, Severus Snape?
Dumbledore: I have given evidence on this matter. Snape was indeed a Death Eater prior to Lord Voldemort's downfall turned spy gave a great personal risk. Today he's no more a Death Eater than I am.
Igor Karkaroff: Lies! He is still faithful to the Dark Lord.
Barty Crouch Sr.: Silence! Unless the witness has any genuine name of consequents, this section is now concluded.
[Barty Crouch Junior stands up and starts to leave]
Igor Karkaroff: Oh, no, no. I heard one more. I know for sure that this man took part in the torture by use of the Cruciatus curse of the Auror Frank Longbottom and his wife.
Barty Crouch Sr.: The name. Give me the wrenched name!
Igor Karkaroff: Barty Crouch! [Gasps from the crowd, Karkaroff pauses for effect] Junior.
[Barty Crouch Jr. tries to escape but is attacked by a spell used by Alastor Moody]
Barty Crouch Jr.: Get off of me you pathetic little men, [He is brought before his father] Hello, father. [flicks his tongue]
Barty Crouch Sr.: You're no son of mine.

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

Voldemort: Don't you turn your back on me Harry Potter! I want you to look at me when I kill you! I want to see the light leave your eyes!
[Harry Stands and faces Voldemort]
Harry: Have it your way. Expelliarmus!
Voldemort: Avada Kedavra!

Barty Crouch Jr.: I'll be welcomed back like a hero!
Dumbledore: Perhaps! Personally I've never had much time for heroes.


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