...that Seamus told me that Parvati told Dean that Hagrid was looking for you.

Parcel for you, Mr. Weasley.

Thank you, Nigel.

Not now, Nigel. Later.

- Ginny, these must be for you. - I'm not wearing that, it's ghastly.

Ten-to-1 for Fleur. There you go. Thank you very much.

So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled...

...by a dodge as pathetically dimwitted as an Aging Potion.

- But that's why it's so brilliant. - Because it's so pathetically dimwitted.

- Oh, right, you want a piece of me?! - I'll tear your ears off!

- Now you're making me laugh. - Take this! Come on!

The champion selection.

The Hogwarts champion, Cedric Diggory!

But in the end, only one will go down in history.

- Yeah. Stay away from me. - Fine.

I don't give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy.

You're probably just practicing for your next interview, I expect.

Why don't you just go and talk to him yourself?

What do you want me to say again?

Is that right? Well, you...