Oh, it's Krum!
Blimey, it's him!
Viktor Krum!
Albus.
Igor.
Professor Dumbly-dorr,
my horses have traveled a long way.
-They will need attending to.
-Don't worry, Madame Maxime.
Our gamekeeper, Hagrid,
is more than capable of seeing to them.
But you know, Monsieur Hagrid......they drink only single-malt whiskey.
You idiot!
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, that student
must survive three tasks.
Three extremely dangerous tasks.
-Wicked.
-Wicked.
For this reason, the Ministry has seen fit
to impose a new rule.
To explain all this...
...we have the head of the Department
of lnternational Magical Cooperation......Mr. Bartemius Crouch.
Bloody hell. It's Mad-Eye Moody.
-Alastor Moody? The Auror?
-Auror?
Dark-wizard catcher. Half the cells
in Azkaban are filled thanks to him.
He's supposed to be mad as a hatter,
though, these days.
-My dear old friend, thanks for coming.
-Stupid ceiling.
Thank you.
What's that he's drinking,
do you suppose?
I don't know, but I don't think
it's pumpkin juice.
After due consideration...
...the Ministry has concluded that,
for their own safety...
...no student under the age of 1 7...
...shall be allowed to put forth their
name for the Triwizard Tournament.
-This decision is final.
-That's rubbish!
That's rubbish!
You don't know what you're doing!
-Silence!
-They're not too happy about that, then.
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.
Alastor Moody.
Ex-Auror...
...Ministry malcontent......and your new
Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
I am here because Dumbledore asked me.
End of story, goodbye, the end.
Any questions?
When it comes to the Dark Arts...
...I believe in a practical approach.
But first, which of you can tell me
how many Unforgivable Curses there are?
-Three, sir.
-And they are so named?
Because they are unforgivable.
The use of any one of them will--
Will earn you a one-way ticket
to Azkaban, correct.
The Ministry says you're too young
to see what these curses do.
I say different! You need to know
what you're up against!
You need to be prepared.
You need to find another place
to put your chewing gum...
...besides the underside of your desk,
Mr. Finnigan!
No way. The old codger
can see out the back of his head.
And hear across classrooms!
So which curse shall we see first?
-Weasley!
-Yes?
Stand.
Give us a curse.
Well, my dad did tell me about one.
The lmperius Curse.
Oh, yeah, your father
would know all about that.
Gave the Ministry quite a bit of grief
a few years ago.
Perhaps this will show you why.
Hello.
Lovely little beauty.
Engorgio.
Imperio!
Don't worry. It's completely harmless.
If she bites......she's lethal.
What are you laughing at?
Get off!
Talented, isn't she?
What should I have her do next?
Jump out the window?
Drown herself?
Scores of witches and wizards
have claimed......that they only did
You-Know-Who's bidding......under the influence
of the lmperius Curse.
But here's the rub:
How do we sort out the liars?
Another, another.
Up, up. Come on.
Longbottom, is it?
Up.
Professor Sprout tells me
you have an aptitude for herbology.
There's the....
The Cruciatus Curse.
00:26:25,166 --> 00:26:28,033
Correct, correct. Come, come.
Particularly nasty.
The torture curse.
Crucio!
Stop it! Can't you see
it's bothering him? Stop it!
Perhaps you could give us the last
Unforgivable Curse, Miss Granger.
No?
Avada Kedavra!
The Killing Curse.
Only one person is known
to have survived it......and he's sitting in this room.
Brilliant, isn't he?
Completely demented, of course, and
terrifying to be in the same room with...
...but he's really been there, you know?
He's looked evil in the eye.
There's a reason those curses
are unforgivable.
To perform them in a classroom....
I mean, did you see Neville's face?
Neville?
Son?
You all right?
Come on. We'll have a cup of tea.
I want to show you something.
We're gonna be late!
Come on, Cedric. Put it in!
Eternal glory. Be brilliant, wouldn't it?
Three years from now,
when we're old enough to be chosen.
Yeah, rather you than me.
Yes!
Thank you, thank you.
-Well, lads, we've done it.
-Cooked it up just this morning.
It's not going to work.
-Oh, yeah?
-And why is that, Granger?
You see this? This is an Age Line.
Dumbledore drew it himself.
So?
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.
-Ready, Fred?
-Ready, George.
-Bottoms up.
-Bottoms up.
-Yes!
-Yes!
Yeah!
Yes!
Ready?
-Yes!
-Yes!
-You said!
-You said!
-Oh, right, you want a piece of me?!
-I'll tear your ears off!
-Now you're making me laugh.
-Take this! Come on!