Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (2005) Poster

Emma Watson: Hermione Granger



  • Hermione : Victor's gone to get drinks. Would you care to join us?

    Ron : No, we would not care to join you and *Victor*.

    Hermione : What's got your wand in a knot?

    Ron : He's from Durmstrang! You're fraternizing with the enemy!

    Hermione : The enemy? Who was it wanting his autograph? Besides the whole point of the tournament is international magical cooperation. To make friends!

    Ron : I think he's got a bit more than friendship on his mind. He's using you.

    Hermione : How dare you! Besides, I can take care of myself!

    Ron : Doubt it. He's way too old.

    Hermione : What? That's what you think?

    Ron : Yeah, that's what I think.

    Hermione : You know the solution, then, don't you?

    Ron : Go on.

    Hermione : Next time there's a ball pluck up the courage to ask me before someone else does! And not as a last resort!

    Ron : Well... that... that's completely off the point...

  • Hermione : It's not going to work.

    Fred : Oh yeah?

    George : Why's that, Granger?

    Hermione : You see this?

    [gestures to a glowing circle on the floor] 

    Hermione : This is an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself.

    Fred : So?

    Hermione : So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dim witted as an ageing potion.

    Fred : Ah, but that's why it's so brilliant!

    George : Because it's so pathetically dim witted.

  • Ron : [discussing inviting dates to the Yule Ball]  This is mad! At this rate, we'll be the only ones in our year without dates! Well, us and Neville.

    Harry : [laughing]  Yeah, but then again he could take himself.

    Hermione : It might interest you to know that Neville's already got someone.

    Ron : What? Now I'm really depressed. Oi, Hermione... you're a girl.

    Hermione : [haughtily]  Very well spotted.

    Ron : Come with one of us! It's one thing for a bloke to show up alone, but for a girl it's just sad.

    Hermione : [angrily]  I won't be going alone, because believe it or not, someone's asked me! And I said yes!


    Ron : Bloody hell. She's lying, right?

    Harry : If you say so.

  • Ron : Do you think we'll ever just have a quiet year at Hogwarts?

    Hermione , Harry : No.

    Ron : Yeah, didn't think so. Oh well, what's life without a few dragons?

    Hermione : Everything's going to change now, isn't it?

    Harry : Yes.

    Hermione : Promise you'll write this summer, both of you.

    Ron : Oh, I won't. You know I won't.

    Hermione : Harry will, won't you?

    Harry : Yeah, every week.

  • Ginny : [helping a speechless and queasy looking Ron into the common room]  It's ok, Ron. It's alright. It doesn't matter.

    Harry : What happened to you?

    Ginny : He just asked Fleur Delacour out.

    Hermione : What?

    Harry : What did she say?

    Hermione : No, of course.

    [Ron shakes his head in pained embarrassment] 

    Hermione : She said yes?

    Ron : Don't be silly. There she was, just walking by... you know how I like it when they walk... I couldn't help it... it just sort of slipped out!

    Ginny : Actually, he sort of screamed at her. It was a bit frightening.

    Harry : What did you do then?

    Ron : What else? I ran for it!

  • Ron : Oh look, Mum's sent me something.

    [pulls some frilly robes from the package] 

    Ron : Mum sent me a dress!

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

    [pulls out more lace] 

    Harry : Ah ha!

    Ron : Nose down, Harry. Ginny, this must be for you.

    Ginny : I'm not wearing that, it's ghastly.

    Hermione : [laughing]  They're not for Ginny, they're for you. Dress robes.

    Ron : Dress robes? For what?

  • Hermione : Look at this! I can't believe it, she's done it again!

    [reading from the Daily Prophet] 

    Hermione : '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 bon-bon Viktor Krum. No word yet on how Harry Potter's taking this latest emotional blow.'

  • Hermione : Harry, you told me you'd figured that egg out weeks ago! The task is two days from now!

    Harry : [sarcastically]  Really? I had no idea. I suppose Viktor's already figured it out.

    Hermione : Wouldn't know. We don't actually talk about the tournament. Actually, we don't really talk at all. Viktor's more of a physical being.

    [Harry laughs and Hermione blushes] 

    Hermione : I just mean he's not particularly loquacious. Mostly, he watches me study. It's a bit annoying, actually. You are trying to figure this egg out, aren't you?

    Harry : What's that supposed to mean?

    Hermione : It just means these tasks are designed to test you. In the most brutal way, they're almost cruel. And... I'm scared for you. You got by the dragons mostly on nerve. I'm not sure it's going to be enough this time.

  • [after Harry almost dies in the First Task] 

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

    Harry : [coldly]  Caught on, have you? Took you long enough.

    Ron : I wasn't the only one who thought you'd done it. Everyone was saying it behind your back.

    Harry : [sarcastically]  Brilliant. That makes me feel loads better.

    Ron : At least I warned you about the dragons.

    Harry : Hagrid warned me about the dragons.

    Ron : No, I did! 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 alright, you know, after you figured that out.

    Harry : Who... who could possibly figure that out? It's completely mental.

    Ron : Yeah... it is, isn't it. I suppose I was a bit distraught.

    Harry : [smiles weakly] 

    Hermione : [in disbelief]  Boys!

  • Hermione : Ronald would like me to tell you that Seamus told him that Dean was told by Parvarti that Hagrid's looking for you.

    Harry : Is that right? Well... what?

    Hermione : Uh... Dean was told by Parvarti... please don't ask me to say it again. Hagrid's looking for you.

    Harry : Well you can tell Ronald...

    Hermione : I'm not an owl!

  • Professor Moody : 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?

    Hermione : Three, sir.

    Professor Moody : And they are so named?

    Hermione : Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them will...

    Professor Moody : Earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban. Correct. The Ministry says you are 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...

    [as he turns to the blackboard again, Seamus ducks under his desk] 

    Professor Moody : You need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the underside of your desk, Mr. Finnegan!

    Seamus : [whispering]  No way, the old codger can see out of the back of his head!

    Professor Moody : [throws a piece of chalk at him]  And hear across classrooms!

  • [referring to Professor Moody] 

    Ron : Brilliant, isn't he? Completely demented, of course. Terrifying to be in the same room with him. But he's really been there, you know? He's looked evil in the eye!

    Hermione : [darkly]  There's a reason those curses are unforgivable.

  • Hermione : Harry! Are you alright? You must be freezing! Personally, I think you behaved admirably.

    Harry : I finished last, Hermione.

    Hermione : [kisses him on the top of the head]  Next to last. Fleur never got past 'ze grindylows'!

  • [from extended version] 

    Ron : [the Trio sits around the fireplace in the Gryffindor Common Room, dicussing the murder of Barty Crouch, Sr. that has just taken place]  They'll cover this up, you watch. Fudge'll sell his soul before this gets out in the Daily Prophet.

    Harry : But why?

    Ron : Look, nobody liked Crouch. I know this from my father. Loads of people wanted him dead. But, he was a Ministry Official. It's not even like he turned up stiff in Knockturn Alley. He was murdered at Hogwarts. This is a big deal.

    Hermione : It can't be coincidence... Harry's dreams, his scar hurting, the Dark Mark, his name coming out of the Goblet of Fire. Surviving the Tournament isn't the answer anymore Harry. It's bigger than this. And I really think you should go to Dumbledore.

    Ron : Yeah.

  • [from extended version] 

    Ron : What do you suppose is on Karkaroff's arm?

    Harry : I dunno.

    Hermione : Boomslang skin and Lacewing flies... you're sure those are the two ingredients Snape mentioned?

    Harry : Positive, why?

    Hermione : Well, he thinks we're brewing Polyjuice Potion doesn't he?

    Harry : I don't care what Snape thinks, I've got bigger problems than detention. Something's coming closer.

    [touches his stinging scar] 

    Harry : I can feel it.

  • Hermione : Harry? Is that you?

    Harry : Yeah.

    Hermione : How are you feeling? Ok? The key is to concentrate. After that, you just have to...

    Harry : Battle a dragon.

    Hermione : [gasps and starts hugging Harry. Then a camera flash breaks them apart] 

    Rita Skeeter : Young love! How... stirring. If everything goes unfortunately today, you two may even make the front page!

    Viktor Krum : You have no business here! This tent is for champions, and friends.

    Rita Skeeter : No matter. We got what we wanted.

  • Harry : 'Come seek us where our voices sound'.

    Hermione : The Black Lake, that's obvious.

    Harry : 'An hour long you'll have to look'.

    Hermione : Again, obvious. Though admittedly potentially problematic...

    Harry : Potentially problematic? When was the last time you held your breath underwater for an hour, Hermione?

  • Hermione : Ron, you spoiled everything!

  • Hermione : Your wand, Harry! Your wand!

  • Professor Moody : Let's have another curse. C'mon, c'mon.

    [Neville's hand slowly goes up, and Moody calls on him] 

    Professor Moody : Longbottom, isn't it? Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for Herbology.

    Neville : Th-there's um... the Cruciatus Curse.

    Professor Moody : Correct! Correct! Particularly nasty.

    [he leads Neville up to his desk and puts the spider down in front of him] 

    Professor Moody : The torture curse. CRUCIO!

    [the spider begins to squeak and writhe in pain. Neville flinches, almost unable to watch as the spider continues to curl itself up in agony] 

    Hermione : Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him? STOP IT!

    [Moody lifts the curse, and again palms the spider. Neville is left standing at the desk, looking shell-shocked] 

  • Arthur Weasley : [after the trio is nearly hit by several Stunning Spells]  Stop! That's my son!

    [he runs up to the kids] 

    Arthur Weasley : Ron, Harry, Hermione are you alright?

    Ron : We came back for Harry.

    Barty Crouch : [Whipping out his wand and pointing it threateningly between the three kids]  Which of you conjured it?

    Arthur Weasley : Barty, you can't be serious...

    Barty Crouch : DO NOT LIE! You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!

    Harry : Crime?

    Arthur Weasley : Barty, they're just kids.

    Harry : What crime?

    Hermione : It's the Dark Mark, Harry. It's HIS Mark.

    Harry : [glances up at the huge skull and snake in the air]  Voldemort? Those people, in the masks, they're his too aren't they? His followers.

    Arthur Weasley : Death Eaters.

    Barty Crouch : [to the rest of the Ministry Wizards]  Follow me.

    Harry : Uh, there was a man, earlier.

    [he points in the direction where he saw Crouch, Jr] 

    Harry : There.

    Barty Crouch : All of you, this way!

    Arthur Weasley : A man, Harry? Who was he?

    Harry : I don't know. I didn't see his face.

  • [referring to the mayhem at the World Cup and the Dark Mark] 

    Hermione : This is horrible! How can the ministry not know who conjured it? Wasn't there any security?

    Ron : Loads, according to Dad. That's what worries them so much. It happened right under their noses.

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