Ron, where are we actually going? Dunno. 
Hey, dad! where are we going?
Haven't the foggiest. Keep up.
Arthur! It's about time son. Sorry Amos, some of us had a bit of a sleepy start.
This is Amos Diggory, everyone.
Works with me, at the Ministry.
This strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?
Yes sir. This way.
Merlin's beard. You must be Harry Potter. Yes sir.
Great, great pleasure.
Pleasure to meet you too sir.
Just over there.
Shall we? Oh, yeah. We don't want to be late. Come on.
Get yourself into a good position.
Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?
That isn't just any manky old boot, mate. It's a portkey. Time to go!
What's a portkey?
Ready? After three. One, two. Harry! Three.
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