The Goblet of Fire! Anyone wishing to submit themselves to the tournament need only write their name upon a piece of parchment and throw it in the flame before this hour on Thursday night. Do not do so lightly! If chosen, there's no turning back. As from this moment, The Triwizard Tournament has begun!

Dumbledore

Your attention please. I'd like to say a few words. Eternal Glory. That is what awaits the Student who wins the TriWizard Tournament. But to do this the Student must survive three tasks. Three extremely dangerous tasks. To explain all this we have the Head of the Department of Inernational Magical Cooperation, Mr. Bartemus Crouch...

Dumbledore

John Smith: That left of yours is a thing of beauty.
Jane Smith: Mmm. You take it well.

Dumbledore: Well now that we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event: The TriWizard Tournament. The Tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single student is selected to compete. Now let me be clear. If chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when I say, these contest are not for the faint-hearted. But more of that later.

Voldemort: Don't you turn your back on me, Harry Potter! I want to see your face when I kill you! I want to see the light leave your eyes!
Harry: [facing Voldemort] Have it your way!
Voldemort, Harry: [both shouting together] Avada Kedavara!/Expelliarmus!

Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?

Harry

Uncle Vernon: And Dudley, you will be?
Dudley Dursley: I'll be waiting to open the door.
Uncle Vernon: Excellent. And you?
Harry: I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I don't exist.

Go? I think not. My sons and daughters do not harm Hagrig on my command, but I cannot deny them fresh meat when it wanders so willingly into our midst! Good-bye, friend of Hagrid...

Aragog

Harry: You're being stupid.
Ron: Yeah, that's me. Ron Weasley, Harry Potter's stupid friend!

Harry: If you can't protect me now, then who can?
Dumbledore: I'm afraid there are no more easy answers, Harry

Jane Smith: [dancing with John, he's just finished searching her for weapons] Satisfied?
John Smith: Not for years.

Not the archers. My scouts tell me their archers are miles away and no threat to us. Arrows cost money. Use up the Irish. Their dead cost nothing.

Longshanks

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