Harry Potter: The cup was a Portkey. Someone had bewitched it.
Alastor Moody: What was it like? What was he like?
Harry Potter: Who?
Alastor Moody: The Dark Lord. Aah! What was it like to stand in his presence?
Harry Potter: I don't know. It was like I'd fallen into one of my dreams... into one of my nightmares.
Alastor Moody: Were there others? In the graveyard, were there others?
Harry Potter: Um... I... I don't think I said anything about a graveyard, professor.
Harry Potter: I suppose Viktor's already figured it out.
Hermione Granger: 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. (laughs) I just mean he's not particularly loquacious.
Harry Potter: Mm-hm.
Hermione Granger: Mostly, he watches me study. It's a bit annoying, actually.
Hermione Granger: Ronald would like me to tell you that Seamus told him... that Dean was told by Parvati that Hagrid's looking for you.
Harry Potter: Is that right? Well, you... What?
Hermione Granger: Uh... (Goes back to Ron) Are you sure you won't do this?
Ron Weasley: You do it.
Hermione Granger: Dean was told by Parvati that... Please don't ask me to say it again. Hagrid's looking for you.
Harry Potter: Well, you can tell Ronald...
Hermione Granger: I'm not an owl!
Sirius Black: The Death Eaters at the World Cup, your name rising from that goblet... these are not just coincidences. Hogwarts isn't safe anymore.
Harry Potter: What are you saying?
Sirius Black: 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.
Harry Potter: You think one of them put my name in the goblet?
Sirius Black: 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.
Arthur Weasley: Home sweet home.
(Everyone gets into the little tent, Harry goes hesitantly last)
Arthur Weasley: Excellent, excellent. Girls, choose a bunk and unpack. Ron, get out of the kitchen. We're all hungry.
Fred and George: Yeah! Get out of the kitchen, Ron!
Arthur Weasley: Feet off the table!
Fred and George: Feet off the table! (they put their feet off and on again)
(Harry is looking around stunned...)
Harry Potter: I love magic.
Harry Potter: You see Sirius talking to me there? He's asking me to come live with him.
Hermione Granger: That's great.
Harry Potter: 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.