Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (Harry Potter, #4)

by J.K. Rowling

reason he had written to Sirius, and for a moment was on the verge of telling

voluminous drawers and she struggled to cover

all pretense, Ron pushed his chair

breakfast broke into applause again. The prospect of going down into the Great Hall and facing the rest of the Gryffindors, all treating him like some sort of hero, was not inviting; it was that, however, or stay here and allow himself to be cornered by the Creevey brothers, who were both beckoning frantically to him to join them. He walked resolutely over to the portrait hole, pushed it open, climbed out of it, and found himself face-to-face with Hermione. “Hello,” she said, holding up a stack of toast, which she was carrying in a napkin. “I brought you this. . . . Want to go for a walk?” “Good idea,” said Harry gratefully. They went downstairs, crossed the entrance hall quickly without looking in at the Great Hall, and were soon striding across the

Fleur

outside one door. Merpeople were emerging on all sides now, watching him eagerly, pointing at his webbed hands

them gasped it to those around them

from you?” said Moody. “Blood,” said Harry, raising his