(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)