Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Ending Full Scene

It was you from the beginning. You put my name in the Goblet of Fire. You bewitched Krom, but you... You won because I made it so, Potter. You ended up in that graveyard tonight because it was meant to be so. And now the deed is done. The blood that runs through these veins runs within the Dark Lord. Imagine how he will reward me when he learns that I have once and for all silenced the great Harry Potter. Steppas? Do you know who I am? Albus Dumbledore. Are you Alston Moody? Are you? No. Is he in this room? Is he in this room? Harry, get away from there! You all right, Alastor? I'm sorry, Albus. That's Moody, but then who's... Polyjuice Persian. Now we know who's been stealing from your store, Severus. We'll get you up in a minute. Barty Crouch, Junior. I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Your armour. You know what this means, don't you? He's back. Lord Voldemort has returned. I'm sorry, sir. I couldn't help it. Send an owl to Esquibel. I think they'll find they're missing a prison. I'll be welcomed back like a hero. Perhaps. Personally, I've never had much time for heroes. Today, we acknowledge a really terrible loss. Cedric Diggory was, as you all know, exceptionally hard-working, infinitely fair-minded, and most importantly, a fierce, fierce friend. I think, therefore, you have the right to know exactly how he died. You see, Cedric Diggory was murdered! By Lord Voldemort! The Ministry of Magic does not wish me to tell you this. But not to do so, I think, would be an insult to his memory. Now, the pain we all feel at this dreadful loss reminds me and reminds us that while we may come from different places and speak in different tongues, our hearts beat as one. In light of recent events, the bonds of friendship we've made this year will be more impotent than ever. Remember that. And Cedric Diggory will not have died in vain. You remember that! And we'll celebrate a boy who was kind and honest and brave and true right to the very end. I never liked these curtains. Set them on fire in my fourth year. By accident, of course. I put you in terrible danger this year, Harry. I'm sorry. Professor, when I was in the graveyard, there was a moment when Voldemort's wand and mine sort of connected. Priori incantat. You saw your parents that night, didn't you? They reappeared. No spell can reawaken the dead, Harry. I trust you know that. Dark and difficult times lie ahead. Soon, we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy. You have friends here. You're not alone. For you. Write to me. I promise. Bye. Au revoir, Ron. Do you think we'll ever just have a quiet year at Hogwarts? No. I didn't think so. Oh, well. What's life without a few dragons? It's going to change now, isn't it? Yes. Promise you'll write this summer. Both of you. I won't. You know I won't. Harry will, won't you? Yeah. Every week.