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Yes! Yes!

Yes, Harry!

Knew you wouldn’t die. Lose a leg.

Or an arm.

Pack it in altogether?

Never!

What’s the clue?

Who wants me to open it?

Yes!

Do you want me to open it?

Yes!

What the bloody hell was that?

All right, everyone! Go back to your knitting.

This is gonna be uncomfortable enough without all you nosy sods listening in.

I reckon you have to be barking mad to put your own name in the Goblet of Fire.

Caught on, have you? Took you long enough.

I wasn’t the only one who thought you’d done it.

Everyone was saying it behind your back.

Brilliant. That makes me feel loads better.

Least I warned you about the dragons.

Hagrid warned me about the dragons.

No, no, no, I did.

No, don’t you remember? I told Hermione to tell you…

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

Seamus never actually told me anything, so it was really me all along.

I thought we’d be all right, you know…

…after you’d figured that out.

Who…? Who could possibly figure that out?

That’s completely mental.

Yeah Isn’t it?

I suppose I was a bit distraught.

Boys.

Hi, Harry.

Cho, Harry’s looking at you.

Look at this!

I can’t believe it! She’s done it again.

“Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl…

…seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards.

Her latest prey, sources report…

…is none other than the Bulgarian bonbon, Viktor Krum.

No word yet on how Harry Potter’s taking this latest emotional blow.”

Parcel for you, Mr. Weasley.

Thank you, Nigel.

Not now, Nigel. Later.

Go on.

I told him I’d get him Harry’s autograph.

Oh, look, Mum’s sent me something.

Mum sent me a dress.

Well, it does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet?

Nose down, Harry.

Ginny, these must be for you.

I’m not wearing that, it’s ghastly.

What are you on about?

They’re not for Ginny.

They’re for you.

Dress robes.

Dress robes? For what?

The Yule Ball…

…has been a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament since its inception.

On Christmas Eve night, we and our guests…

…gather in the Great Hall…

…for a night of well-mannered frivolity.

As representatives of the host school…

…I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward.

And I mean this literally, because…

…the Yule Ball is, first and foremost…

…a dance.

Silence!

The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly 10 centuries.

I will not have you, in the course of a single evening, besmirching that name…

…by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons.

Try saying that five times fast, huh?

Now, to dance…

…is to let the body breathe.

Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers…

…longing to burst forth and take flight.

Something’s about to burst out of Eloise Midgen, but I don’t think it’s a swan.

Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance.

Mr. Weasley.

Yes?

Will you join me, please?

Now, place your right hand on my waist.

Where?

My waist.

And extend your arm.

Mr. Filch, if you please.

One, two, three.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

Never gonna let him forget this, are you?

Never.

Everybody come together. Boys, on your feet!

Why do they have to travel in packs?

How are you supposed to get one on their own to ask them?

Blimey, Harry. You’ve slayed dragons. If you can’t get a date, who can?

I think I’d take the dragon right now.

I take after my mum.

Though I didn’t know her very well. She left when I was about 3.

No, not the maternal sort, her.

Broke me dad’s heart, though. He was a tiny little fella, my dad.

I could pick him up at the age of 6 with one hand and put him up on the dresser.

He laughed so hard at that.

Very funny.

And then he died just when I started school, so…

So I sort of had to make me own way, as it were.

But enough of me. What about you?

This is mad. At this rate, we’ll be the only ones in our year without dates.

Well, us and Neville.

Yeah, but, then again, he can take himself.

It might interest you to know that Neville’s already got someone.

Now I’m really depressed.

“Get a move on or all the good ones will have gone.”

Who you going with, then?

Oi, Angelina?

What?

Do you wanna go to the ball with me?

To the ball?

Yeah, all right.

Oi, Hermione.

You’re a girl.

Very well spotted.

Come with one of us?

Come on. It’s one thing for a bloke to show up alone.

For a girl, it’s just sad.

I won’t be going alone, because, believe it or not, someone’s asked me!

And I said yes!

Bloody hell.

She’s lying, right?

If you say so.

Look, we’ve just gotta grit our teeth and do it.

Tonight, when we get back to the common room…

…we’ll both have partners. Agreed?

Agreed.