Make a wish, Harry. Who's there? Sorry about that. I demand that you leave at once, sir. You are breaking and entering. Dry up, Dursley, you great prune. Mind, I haven't seen you since you was a baby, Harry, but you're a bit more along than I would've expected. Particularly round the middle. Uh— Uh— I'm— I'm not Harry. I— I am. Well, of course you are. Got something for you. 'Fraid I might have sat on it at some point, but I imagine it'll taste fine just the same. Ah. Baked it myself, words and all. Thank you. It's not every day your young man turns 11 now, is it? Eh? Excuse me. Who are you? Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts. Of course, you'll know all about Hogwarts. Sorry, no. No? Blimey, Harry, didn't you ever wonder where your mum and dad learned it all? Learnt what? You're a wizard, Harry. I-I'm a what? A wizard. And a thumping good'un, I'd wager, once you're trained up a little. Harry Potter. Harry Potter? No. No. Harry Potter! Go on, Harry. Harry, for goodness' sake. He's a cheat! You're not even 17 yet! Harry! Harry! Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire? No, sir! Did you ask one of the older students to do it for you? No, sir. You're absolutely sure? Yes, sir. But, of course he is lying. [Moody] The hell he is! The Goblet of Fire is an exceptionally powerful magical object. Only an exceptionally powerful Confundus Charm could have hoodwinked it. Magic way beyond the talents of a fourth year. You seem to have given this a fair bit of thought, Mad-Eye. It was once my job to think as Dark wizards do, Karkaroff, perhaps you remember. That doesn't help, Alastor. Leave this to you, Barty. The rules are absolute. The Goblet of Fire constitutes a binding magical contract. Mr Potter has no choice. He is, as of tonight, a Triwizard champion. Now, when I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head, and you will be Sorted into your houses. Hermione Granger. Oh, no. Okay, relax. Mental, that one. I'm telling you. Ah ... Right, then. Hmm. Right! Okay. Gryffindor! Yeah! Draco Malfoy. Slytherin! Yeah! There's not a witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin. Susan Bones. Ah! Harry, what is it? [Hat] Where shall I put you? [Harry] Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine. [Hat] Let's see... I know... Hufflepuff! Ronald Weasley. Ha! Another Weasley? I know just what to do with you. Gryffindor! [Cheering] Harry Potter. Hmm... Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There's talent. Oh, yes. And a thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you? Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin. "Not Slytherin," eh? Are you sure? You could be great, you know. It's all here in your head. And Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness! There's no doubt about that. No? No, please. [Hat] Well, if you're sure — [Harry] Please, anything but Slytherin. Anything but Slytherin. — better be... Gryffindor! [Cheering and applause] Well done, Potter. Well done, Potter. [Malfoy] Said I can keep the Hippogriff's head. [Crabbe] Yeah. [Malfoy] Think I'll donate it to the Gryffindor's common room. [Crabbe] Wicked! [Malfoy] Oh it's good to be rich. Look who's here. Ah, come to see the show? You! You foul, loathsome, evil, little cockroach! Hermione, no! He's not worth it. Malfoy, you okay? Let's go! Quick! Run! Not a word to anyone, understood? That felt good. Not good. Brilliant. So, when the time comes, the boy must die? Yes. Yes. He must die. You've kept him alive so that he can die at the proper moment. You've been raising him like a pig for slaughter. Don't tell me now that you've grown to care for the boy. Expecto Patronum. Lily? After all this time? Always. She looks beautiful. Yeah, she does. Wa-hey! Here you go! Ready when you are! Well, how do you feel? Excellent. Really excellent. Remember, Slughorn usually eats early, takes a walk and then returns to his office. Right. I'm going down to Hagrid's. What? No, Harry, you've got to go and speak to Slughorn. We have a plan. I know, but I've got a really good feeling about Hagrid's. I feel it's the place to be tonight. Do you know what I mean? No. Well, trust me, I know what I'm doing. Or Felix does. Hi! Ah! Merlin's beard, Harry! Sorry, sir. I should've announced myself. Cleared my throat, coughed. You probably feared I was Professor Sprout. Yes, I did actually. What makes you think that? Well, just the general behaviour, sir. The sneaking around, the jumping when you saw me. Are those Tentacula leaves, sir? They're very valuable, aren't they? Ten Galleons a leaf to the right buyer. Not that I'm familiar with any such back-alley transaction, but one does hear rumours. My own interests are purely academic, of course. Personally, these plants always kind of freaked me out. Mm. Exactly how did you get out of the castle, Harry? Oh, through the front door, sir. I'm off to Hagrid's, you see. He's a very dear friend, and I just fancied paying him a visit. So, if you don't mind, I will be going now. Harry! Sir? It's nearly nightfall. Surely you realise I can't allow you to go roaming the grounds by yourself. Well then, by all means come along, Sir. Harry, I must insist you accompany me back to the castle immediately! That would be counterproductive, sir. What makes you say that? No idea. Horace. Merlin's beard! Is that an actual Acromantula? A dead one, I think, sir. Good God. Dear fellow, however did you manage to kill it? Kill it? My oldest friend, he was. I'm so sorry, I didn't— Oh, don't worry yourself. You're not alone. Seriously misunderstood creatures, spiders are. It's the eyes, I reckon, they unnerve some folk. Not to mention the pincers. Yeah, I reckon that too. Not my daughter, you bitch! Oh, no. Look, everyone. Weasley's got himself a Howler. Go on, Ron. I ignored one from my gran once. It was horrible. [Howler] Ronald Weasley! How dare you steal that car? I am absolutely disgusted! Your father's now facing an inquiry at work! And it's entirely your fault! If you put another toe out of line, we'll bring you straight home! Oh, and Ginny, dear. Congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud. It doesn't matter that Harry's gone. [Seamus] Stand down, Neville. People die every day. Friends. Family. Yeah ... we lost Harry tonight, but he's still with us, in here. So's Fred, and Remus, Tonks. All of them. They didn't die in vain. But you will. Because you're wrong. Harry's heart did beat for us. For all of us. This is not over! It was foolish of you to come here tonight, Tom. The Aurors are on their way. By which time I shall be gone, and you... shall be dead. Harry! Expecto Patronum!