哈利·波特与火焰杯 Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (2005)【完整台词】
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- Thanks a lot, Harry.
- No worries.
Merry Christmas.
- Thank you so much.
- Not at all. Merry Christmas.
- Thank you, Harry.
- Thank you. Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
- Have a good Christmas.
- Have a great Christmas, Luna.
- We've been thinking.
We could always slip Umbridge
some Puking Pastilles.
Or Fever Fudge. They give you
massive, pus-filled boils--
Sounds great, guys.
Would you excuse me?
Are you all right? I heard Umbridge
gave you a rough time the other day.
Yeah. I'm okay.
Anyway, it's worth it.
It's just, learning all this...
...makes me wonder whether,
if he'd known it...
Cedric did know this stuff.
He was really good.
It's just, Voldemort was better.
You're a really good teacher, Harry.
I've never been able
to stun anything before.
Mistletoe.
Probably full of Nargles, though.
What are Nargles?
No idea.
RON".
Well, how was it?
Wet.
I mean, she was sort of crying.
That bad at it, are you?
I'm sure Harry's kissing
was more than satisfactory.
Cho spends half her time
crying these days.
You'd think a bit of snogging
would cheer her up.
Don't you understand
how she must be feeling?
Well, obviously
she's feeling sad about Cedric...
...and confused about liking Harry
and guilty about kissing him...
...conflicted because Umbridge might
sack her mum from the Ministry...
...and frightened of failing her OWLs
because she's worrying about everything.
One person couldn't feel all that.
They'd explode.
Just because you've got
the emotional range of a teaspoon...
Harry.
Voldemort may be after something.
Something he didn't have last time.
Harry.
Harry.
In the dream,
were you standing next to the victim...
...or looking down at the scene?
Neither. It was like l....
Will you please just tell me
what's happening?
Everard, Arthur's on guard duty tonight.
Make sure he's found
by the right people.
- Sir.
- Phineas.
You must go to your portrait
at Grimmauld Place.
Tell them that Arthur Weasley
is gravely injured...
...and his children will be arriving there
soon by Portkey.
They've got him, Albus.
It was close, but they think he'll make it.
What's more,
the Dark Lord failed to acquire it.
Oh, thank goodness. Next we need to--
Look at me!
What's happening to me?
You wished to see me, headmaster?
Oh, Severus. I'm afraid we can't wait.
Not even till the morning.
Otherwise, we'll all be vulnerable.
It appears there's a connection...
...between the Dark Lord's mind
and your own.
Whether he is, as yet, aware of this
connection is, for the moment, unclear.
Pray he remains ignorant.
You mean, if he knows about it, then...
-...he'll be able to read my mind?
- Read it, control it...
...unhinge it.
In the past, it was often
the Dark Lord's pleasure...
...to invade the minds of his victims...
...creating visions designed
to torture them into madness.
Only after extracting the last exquisite
ounce of agony...
...only when he had them literally
begging for death, would he finally...
...kill them.
Used properly,
the power of Occlumency...
...will help shield you
from access or influence.
In these lessons, I will attempt
to penetrate your mind.
You will attempt to resist.
Prepare yourself.
Legilimens.
Concentrate, Potter. Focus.
Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas.
Here we go.
Daddy's back. Oh.
Sit down, everybody, sit down.
That's it. Now, presents.
- And a nice big box for Ron.
- Big box for you. And, um...
Fred and George. Come on, open up.
- I want to see your faces.
- Yes.
- Try it on.
- Thanks, Mum. It's perfect.
- Just what he wanted, actually.
- Yeah. Right. Thanks, Mum.
Come on, then, everybody.
Let's clear this away.
Oh, Harry, Harry.
There you are.
- Happy Christmas.
- Thank you.
- Lovely to have you with us.
- Thank you.
Now, Daddy. Pass that to Daddy.
- Thank you.
- Has everybody got?
Fred? George?
- Hermione.
- A Christmas toast.
To Mr. Harry Potter...
...without whom I would not be here.
- Harry.
- Harry.
Harry.
That is delicious.
I shall be needing some more of that.
Daddy, don't forget last Christmas.
I can't understand
why you don't want to wear it, Ronald.
I look like a bloody idiot, that's why.
No more than usual, Ron.
I don't know why...
Nasty brat, standing there
as bold as brass.
Harry Potter,
the boy who stopped the Dark Lord.
Friend of Mudbloods
and blood-traitors alike.
- If my poor mistress only knew...
- Kreacher!
That's enough of your bile.
Away with you!
Of course, master.
Kreacher lives to serve
the noble house of Black.
Sorry about that.
He never was very pleasant,
even when I was a boy.
Not to me, anyway.
What, you grew up here?
This is my parents' house.
I offered it to Dumbledore
as headquarters for the Order.
About the only useful thing
I've been able to do.
This is the Black family tree.
My deranged cousin.
I hated the lot of them.
My parents with their pure-blood mania.
My mother did that after I ran away.
Charming woman.
I was 16.
Where did you go?
Round your dad's.
I was always welcome at the Potters'.
I see him so much in you, Harry.
You are so very much alike.
I'm not so sure.
Sirius, when I was...
When I saw Mr. Weasley attacked,
I wasn't just watching.
I was the snake.
And afterwards, in Dumbledore's office...
...there was a moment
when I wanted to--
This connection
between me and Voldemort.
What if the reason for it
is that I am becoming more like him?
I just feel so angry all the time.
And what if, after everything
that I've been through...
...something's gone wrong inside me?
What if I'm becoming bad?
I want you to listen to me
very carefully, Harry.
You're not a bad person.
You're a very good person
who bad things have happened to.
You understand?
Besides, the world isn't split
into good people and Death Eaters.
We've all got both light and dark
inside of us.
What matters
is the part we choose to act on.
That's who we really are.
Harry, time to go.
When all this is over,
we'll be a proper family.
You'll see.
Come on.
Really?
Harry. Harry.
Hagrid's back.
I'm sorry.
I will say this one last time.
I'm ordering you to tell me
where you've been.
I told you. I've been away for me health.
- Your health?
- Yeah. Bit of fresh air, you know.
Oh, yes. As gamekeeper,
fresh air must be difficult to come by.
If I were you,
I shouldn't get too used to being back.
In fact, I mightn't bother
unpacking at all.
This is top-secret, right?
Dumbledore sent me
to parley with the giants.
- Giants?
- Shh.
You found them?
Well, they're not that hard to find, to be
perfectly honest. They're so big, see?
I tried to convince them
to join the cause.
But I wasn't the only one
that was trying to win them over.
- Death Eaters?
- Yes.
Trying to persuade them
to join You-Know-Who.
- Did they?
- I gave them Dumbledore's message.
Suppose some of them remember
he was friendly to them. I suppose.
And they did this to you?
- No worries.
Merry Christmas.
- Thank you so much.
- Not at all. Merry Christmas.
- Thank you, Harry.
- Thank you. Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.
- Have a good Christmas.
- Have a great Christmas, Luna.
- We've been thinking.
We could always slip Umbridge
some Puking Pastilles.
Or Fever Fudge. They give you
massive, pus-filled boils--
Sounds great, guys.
Would you excuse me?
Are you all right? I heard Umbridge
gave you a rough time the other day.
Yeah. I'm okay.
Anyway, it's worth it.
It's just, learning all this...
...makes me wonder whether,
if he'd known it...
Cedric did know this stuff.
He was really good.
It's just, Voldemort was better.
You're a really good teacher, Harry.
I've never been able
to stun anything before.
Mistletoe.
Probably full of Nargles, though.
What are Nargles?
No idea.
RON".
Well, how was it?
Wet.
I mean, she was sort of crying.
That bad at it, are you?
I'm sure Harry's kissing
was more than satisfactory.
Cho spends half her time
crying these days.
You'd think a bit of snogging
would cheer her up.
Don't you understand
how she must be feeling?
Well, obviously
she's feeling sad about Cedric...
...and confused about liking Harry
and guilty about kissing him...
...conflicted because Umbridge might
sack her mum from the Ministry...
...and frightened of failing her OWLs
because she's worrying about everything.
One person couldn't feel all that.
They'd explode.
Just because you've got
the emotional range of a teaspoon...
Harry.
Voldemort may be after something.
Something he didn't have last time.
Harry.
Harry.
In the dream,
were you standing next to the victim...
...or looking down at the scene?
Neither. It was like l....
Will you please just tell me
what's happening?
Everard, Arthur's on guard duty tonight.
Make sure he's found
by the right people.
- Sir.
- Phineas.
You must go to your portrait
at Grimmauld Place.
Tell them that Arthur Weasley
is gravely injured...
...and his children will be arriving there
soon by Portkey.
They've got him, Albus.
It was close, but they think he'll make it.
What's more,
the Dark Lord failed to acquire it.
Oh, thank goodness. Next we need to--
Look at me!
What's happening to me?
You wished to see me, headmaster?
Oh, Severus. I'm afraid we can't wait.
Not even till the morning.
Otherwise, we'll all be vulnerable.
It appears there's a connection...
...between the Dark Lord's mind
and your own.
Whether he is, as yet, aware of this
connection is, for the moment, unclear.
Pray he remains ignorant.
You mean, if he knows about it, then...
-...he'll be able to read my mind?
- Read it, control it...
...unhinge it.
In the past, it was often
the Dark Lord's pleasure...
...to invade the minds of his victims...
...creating visions designed
to torture them into madness.
Only after extracting the last exquisite
ounce of agony...
...only when he had them literally
begging for death, would he finally...
...kill them.
Used properly,
the power of Occlumency...
...will help shield you
from access or influence.
In these lessons, I will attempt
to penetrate your mind.
You will attempt to resist.
Prepare yourself.
Legilimens.
Concentrate, Potter. Focus.
Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas.
Here we go.
Daddy's back. Oh.
Sit down, everybody, sit down.
That's it. Now, presents.
- And a nice big box for Ron.
- Big box for you. And, um...
Fred and George. Come on, open up.
- I want to see your faces.
- Yes.
- Try it on.
- Thanks, Mum. It's perfect.
- Just what he wanted, actually.
- Yeah. Right. Thanks, Mum.
Come on, then, everybody.
Let's clear this away.
Oh, Harry, Harry.
There you are.
- Happy Christmas.
- Thank you.
- Lovely to have you with us.
- Thank you.
Now, Daddy. Pass that to Daddy.
- Thank you.
- Has everybody got?
Fred? George?
- Hermione.
- A Christmas toast.
To Mr. Harry Potter...
...without whom I would not be here.
- Harry.
- Harry.
Harry.
That is delicious.
I shall be needing some more of that.
Daddy, don't forget last Christmas.
I can't understand
why you don't want to wear it, Ronald.
I look like a bloody idiot, that's why.
No more than usual, Ron.
I don't know why...
Nasty brat, standing there
as bold as brass.
Harry Potter,
the boy who stopped the Dark Lord.
Friend of Mudbloods
and blood-traitors alike.
- If my poor mistress only knew...
- Kreacher!
That's enough of your bile.
Away with you!
Of course, master.
Kreacher lives to serve
the noble house of Black.
Sorry about that.
He never was very pleasant,
even when I was a boy.
Not to me, anyway.
What, you grew up here?
This is my parents' house.
I offered it to Dumbledore
as headquarters for the Order.
About the only useful thing
I've been able to do.
This is the Black family tree.
My deranged cousin.
I hated the lot of them.
My parents with their pure-blood mania.
My mother did that after I ran away.
Charming woman.
I was 16.
Where did you go?
Round your dad's.
I was always welcome at the Potters'.
I see him so much in you, Harry.
You are so very much alike.
I'm not so sure.
Sirius, when I was...
When I saw Mr. Weasley attacked,
I wasn't just watching.
I was the snake.
And afterwards, in Dumbledore's office...
...there was a moment
when I wanted to--
This connection
between me and Voldemort.
What if the reason for it
is that I am becoming more like him?
I just feel so angry all the time.
And what if, after everything
that I've been through...
...something's gone wrong inside me?
What if I'm becoming bad?
I want you to listen to me
very carefully, Harry.
You're not a bad person.
You're a very good person
who bad things have happened to.
You understand?
Besides, the world isn't split
into good people and Death Eaters.
We've all got both light and dark
inside of us.
What matters
is the part we choose to act on.
That's who we really are.
Harry, time to go.
When all this is over,
we'll be a proper family.
You'll see.
Come on.
Really?
Harry. Harry.
Hagrid's back.
I'm sorry.
I will say this one last time.
I'm ordering you to tell me
where you've been.
I told you. I've been away for me health.
- Your health?
- Yeah. Bit of fresh air, you know.
Oh, yes. As gamekeeper,
fresh air must be difficult to come by.
If I were you,
I shouldn't get too used to being back.
In fact, I mightn't bother
unpacking at all.
This is top-secret, right?
Dumbledore sent me
to parley with the giants.
- Giants?
- Shh.
You found them?
Well, they're not that hard to find, to be
perfectly honest. They're so big, see?
I tried to convince them
to join the cause.
But I wasn't the only one
that was trying to win them over.
- Death Eaters?
- Yes.
Trying to persuade them
to join You-Know-Who.
- Did they?
- I gave them Dumbledore's message.
Suppose some of them remember
he was friendly to them. I suppose.
And they did this to you?
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