(lilting orchestral music)
(students socializing)
- Bloody hell!
Bloody hell.
Bloody, oh, bloody.
What are those?
What are those?
- My dress robes.
- Well, they're all right!
No lace, no dodgy little collar.
- Well, I expect yours
are more traditional.
- Traditional?
They're ancient!
I look like my Great Aunt Tessie!
(sniffs) I smell like
my Great Aunt Tessie.
Murder me, Harry.
- Leave it alone!
- Poor kid, I bet she's alone
in her room, crying her eyes out.
- Who?
- Hermione, of course.
Come on, Harry.
Why do you think she wouldn't
tell us who she's coming with?
- Because we'd take the
mickey out of her if she did.
- Nobody asked her.
I would've taken her myself if
she weren't so bloody proud.
- Hello, boys.
- Hello, boys.
- Don't you look dashing.
- Oh, there you are, Potter.
Are you and Miss Patil ready?
- Ready, professor?
- To dance.
It's traditional that the
three champions, well,
in this case, four,
are the first to dance.
Surely I told you that.
- No.
- Oh, well, now you know.
Oh, as for you, Mr.
Weasley, you may proceed
into the Great Hall with Miss Patil.
Oh, there you are.
- Come on, then.
- [Minerva] Come along this way.
- [Ron] Oh, come on.
(students socializing)
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Now, I need you all to line
up in the procession, please.
Oh, you are very late.
- She looks beautiful!
- Yeah, she does.
(Hermione giggles)
(regal orchestral music)
(students applauding)
- Is that Hermione
Granger with Viktor Krum?
- No, absolutely not.
- Hi!
(baton tapping)
Harry, take my waist.
- What?
- Now!
(lilting orchestral music)
(students applauding)
(Mrs. Norris purring)
(students applauding)
(Mad-Eye humming)
(Mad-Eye groans)
(students applauding)
