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.