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Keep up, you lot!

Harry!

Harry! Harry!

Morsmordre!

Harry!

Where are you?

Harry!

We’ve been looking for you for ages!

Thought we lost you, mate.

What is that?

Stupefy!

Stop!

That’s my son!

Ron, Harry, Hermione, you all right?

We came back for Harry.

Which of you conjured it?

Crouch, you can’t possi…

Do not lie!

You’ve been discovered at the scene of the crime.

Crime?

Barty! They’re just kids.

What crime?

It’s the Dark Mark, Harry. It’s his mark.

What, Voldemort?

Those people tonight, in the masks, they’re his too, aren’t they?

His followers?

Yeah.

Death Eaters.

Follow me.

There was a man, before.

There!

All of you, this way!

A man, Harry?

Who?

I don’t know.

I didn’t see his face.

Anything from the trolley?

Anything from the trolley?

Anything from the trolley, dears?

Packet of Drooble’s…

…and a Licorice Wand.

On second thought, just the Drooble’s.

It’s all right, I’ll get it. Don’t worry.

Just the Drooble’s. Thanks.

Two Pumpkin Pasties, please.

Thank you.

Anything sweet for you, dear?

Oh, no, I’m not hungry. Thank you.

Anything from the trolley?

This is horrible.

How can the Ministry not know who conjured it?

Wasn’t there any security or…?

Loads, according to Dad.

That’s what worried them so much. Happened right under their noses.

It’s hurting again, isn’t it? Your scar.

I’m fine.

You know Sirius will want to hear about this…

…what you saw at the World Cup and the dream.

Hedwig. There we go.

Clear the runway!

Well, there’s something you don’t see every day.

Well, now 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…

Yes, what is it?

What is it?

Tell them to wait. Tell them to wait. Wait.

So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event:

The Triwizard Tournament.

For those of you who do not know…

Brilliant.

…the Triwizard 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 contests are not for the faint-hearted.

But more of that later. For now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmistress, Madame Maxime.

Bloody hell.

Blimey. That’s one big woman.

And now our friends from the north.

Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and their high master, lgor Karkaroff.

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.

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 International 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.