Albus Dumbledore: You seem to be laboring under the delusion that I'm going to... What was the phrase? Come quietly. Well, I can tell you this: I have no intention of going to Azkaban.
Dolores Umbridge: Enough of this. Take him!
Kingsley Shacklebolt (to Fudge): Well, you may not like him, minister... but you can't deny... Dumbledore has got style.
Albus Dumbledore: 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.
Minerva McGonagall: Put an end to it. Don't let Potter compete.
Albus Dumbledore: You heard Barty. The rules are clear.
Minerva McGonagall: Well, the devil with Barty and his rules. And since when did you accommodate the Ministry?
Severus Snape: Headmaster, I, too, find it difficult to believe this mere coincidence. However, if we are to truly discover the meaning of these events... perhaps we should, for the time being... let them unfold.
Minerva McGonagall: What...? Do nothing? Offer him up as bait? Potter is a boy, not a piece of meat.
(Dumbledore is stalling so Harry and Hermione can save Buckbeak...)
Albus Dumbledore: Minister, I really think I should sign as well.
Cornelius Fudge: Yes, very well. Perhaps it would be... Right there on the line... Your name only.
Albus Dumbledore: It's such a very long name... (Later, outside...) Now, look there.
Cornelius Fudge: Where?
Albus Dumbledore: Look beyond the rocks.
Cornelius Fudge: What am I supposed to see?
Albus Dumbledore: Professor Dippet had that ling planted when he was headmaster.
Cornelius Fudge: Oh, yes. Indeed, indeed.
Albus Dumbledore: And all the strawberries, you see?
Cornelius Fudge: I see no strawberries...
Albus Dumbledore: 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.
Lucius Malfoy: Who was it?
Albus Dumbledore: Voldemort.
Lucius Malfoy: Ah.
Albus Dumbledore: Only this time he chose to act through somebody else... by means of this.
Lucius Malfoy: I see.
Albus Dumbledore: Fortunately, our young Mr. Potter discovered it. One hopes that no more of Lord Voldemort's old school-things... should find their way into innocent hands. The consequences for the one responsible would be... severe.
Lucius Malfoy: Well, let us hope... that Mr. Potter will always be around to save the day.
Harry Potter: Don't worry. I will be.
Harry Potter: I couldn't help but notice certain things, certain... Certain similarities between Tom Riddle and me.
Albus Dumbledore: I see. Well, you can speak Parseltongue, Harry. Why? Because Lord Voldemort can speak Parseltongue. If I'm not mistaken, Harry... he transferred some of his powers to you... the night he gave you that scar.
Harry Potter: Voldemort transferred some of his powers to me?
Albus Dumbledore: Uh-huh. Not intentionally... but yes.
Harry Potter: So the Sorting Hat was right. I should be in Slytherin.
Albus Dumbledore: It's true. You possess many of the qualities that Voldemort himself prizes. Determination, resourcefulness... and if I may say so, a certain disregard for the rules. Why, then, did the Sorting Hat place you in Gryffindor?
Harry Potter: Because I asked it to.
Albus Dumbledore: Exactly, Harry. Exactly. Which makes you different from Voldemort. It is not our abilities that show what we truly are. It is our choices. If you want proof why you belong in Gryffindor... then I suggest you look more closely at this. (hands him The Sword of Gryffindor) Be careful.
Harry Potter (reads the inscription on the sword): Godric Gryffindor.
Albus Dumbledore: It would take a true Gryffindor to pull that out of the hat.
Rubeus Hagrid: Professor Dumbledore, sir, it wasn't Harry.
Albus Dumbledore: Hagrid...
Rubeus Hagrid: I'd be prepared to swear it in front of the Ministry.
Albus Dumbledore: Hagrid. Relax. I do not believe... that Harry attacked anyone.
Rubeus Hagrid: Of course you don't. Oh. Right. Well, I'll... I'll just wait outside, then.