'' Potter, you’re underage. Which means you still have the trace on you.''
'' You need to find another place to put your chewing gum besides the underside of your desk, Mr. Finnegan!''
''Stupid ceiling.''
''Technically it’s a ferret.''
''And they are so named?''
'' I believe you’re familiar with this particular brew.''
''That’s my Foe-Glass. Lets me keep an eye on my enemies. When I see the whites of their eyes, it means they’re right behind me.''
'' Talented, isn’t she? What shall I have her do next? Jump out the window?''
'' The Dark Lord. What was it like to stand in his presence?''
'' If you sneeze, the Ministry will know who wipes your nose. Point is we’ll have to use those means of transport the trace can’t detect. Brooms, thestrals, anf the like. We’ll go in pairs, that way if anyones out there waiting for us, and I reckon there will be, they won’t know which Harry Potter is the real one.''
'' Were there others? In the graveyard, were there others?''
'' Listen to me, Potter. Your pal Diggory? By your age he could turn a whistle into a watch and have it sing you the time. Miss Delacour is as much a fairy princess as I am. As for Krum, his head may be filled with sawdust, but Karkaroff’s is not. They’ll have a strategy. And you can bet that it will play to Krum’s strengths. Come on, Potter, what are you strengths?''
'' I could tell you stories about your father that would curl even your greasy hair, boy!''
'' 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?''
'' Let’s have another curse. C’mon, c’mon.''
'' It was once my job to think as Dark Wizards do, Karkaroff. Perhaps you remember.''
