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Lessons will end half an hour early – ‘Brilliant!’ said Harry. ‘It’s Potions last thing on Friday! Snape won’t have time to poison us all!’
‘Longbottom, kindly do not reveal that you can’t even perform a simple Switching Spell in front of anyone from Durmstrang!’ Professor McGonagall barked at the end of one particularly difficult lesson, during which Neville had accidentally transplanted his own ears onto a cactus.
yellow with a black badger for Hufflepuff,
It was a cold, clear evening; dusk was falling and a pale, transparent-looking moon was already shining over the Forbidden Forest.
‘Bouillabaisse,’ said Hermione. ‘Bless you,’ said Ron. ‘It’s French,’ said Hermione. ‘I had it on holiday, summer before last, it’s very nice.’ ‘I’ll take your word for it,’ said Ron,
‘Excuse me, are you wanting ze bouillabaisse?’ It was the girl from Beauxbatons who had laughed during Dumbledore’s speech. She had finally removed her muffler. A long sheet of silvery blonde hair fell almost to her waist. She had large, deep blue eyes, and very white, even teeth. Ron went purple.
As the girl crossed the Hall, many boys’ heads turned, and some of them seemed to have become temporarily speechless, just like Ron. ‘I’m telling you, that’s not a normal girl!’ said Ron, leaning sideways so he could keep a clear view of her. ‘They don’t make them like that at Hogwarts!’
both twins were hurled out of the golden circle as though they had been thrown by an invisible shot-putter. They landed painfully, ten feet away on the cold stone floor, and to add insult to injury, there was a loud popping noise, and both of them sprouted identical, long white beards.
The Entrance Hall rang with laughter. Even Fred and George joined in, once they had got to their feet, and taken a good look at each other’s beards. ‘I did warn you,’ said a deep, amused voice, and everyone turned to see Professor Dumbledore
A light rain had started to fall by mid-afternoon; it was very cosy sitting by the fire, listening to the gentle patter of the drops on the window,
‘But Harry set Dobby free, and he was over the moon about it!’ said Hermione. ‘And we heard he’s asking for wages now!’ ‘Yeah, well, yeh get weirdos in every breed.
‘He fancies her!’ said Ron incredulously. ‘Well, if they end up having children, they’ll be setting a world record – bet any baby of theirs would weigh about a ton.’
‘Did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?’ Dumbledore asked calmly.
‘We all know Professor Moody considers the morning wasted if he hasn’t discovered six plots to murder him before lunchtime,’
Ron’s eyebrows rose so high that they were in danger of disappearing into his hair.
you know what we’ve got to do, don’t you? Straight away, the moment we get back to the castle?’ ‘Yeah, give Ron a good kick up the –’
Double Potions was always a horrible experience, but these days it was nothing short of torture.
‘Enchantingly nasty,’ said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. ‘I particularly enjoyed your description of me as an obsolete dingbat.’
he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to talk to him or hit him, both seemed quite appealing
Hermione spent a long time going over plans for forcing any stragglers out of the common room on the night in question. If the worst came to the worst, they were going to drop a bag of Dungbombs, but they hoped they wouldn’t have to resort to that – Filch would skin them alive.
‘I’ll come, but I’m not meeting Ron, and I’m wearing my Invisibility Cloak.’ ‘Oh, all right, then …’ Hermione snapped, ‘but I hate talking to you in that Cloak, I never know if I’m looking at you or not.’
‘People keep looking at me now,’ said Hermione grumpily, as they came out of Honeydukes Sweetshop later, eating large cream-filled chocolates. ‘They think I’m talking to myself.’ ‘Don’t move your lips so much, then.’
Five of Charlie’s fellow keepers staggered up to the Horntail at that moment, carrying a clutch of huge granite-grey eggs between them in a blanket. They placed them carefully at the Horntail’s side. Hagrid let out a moan of longing. ‘I’ve got them counted, Hagrid,’ said Charlie, sternly. Then he said, ‘How’s Harry?’ ‘Fine,’ said Hagrid.
‘I didn’t dare tell Mum what he’s got to do for the first task, she’s already having kittens about him …’ Charlie imitated his mother’s anxious voice. ‘“How could they let him enter that Tournament, he’s much too young! I thought they were all safe, I thought there was going to be an age limit!” She was in floods after that Daily Prophet article about him. “He still cries about his parents! Oh, bless him, I never knew!”’
‘Never mind me, how are you?’ said Sirius seriously.
Ron had no idea what he’d walked in on, knew he hadn’t done it on purpose, but he didn’t care – at this moment he hated everything about Ron, right down to the several inches of bare ankle showing beneath his pyjama trousers.
Saturn at that moment meant that people born in July were in great danger of sudden, violent deaths. ‘Well, that’s good,’ said Harry loudly, his temper getting the better of him, ‘just as long as it’s not drawn-out, I don’t want to suffer.’ Ron looked for a moment as though he was going to laugh;
But Harry was looking at Ron, who was very white, and staring at Harry as though he was a ghost. ‘Harry,’ he said, very seriously, ‘whoever put your name in that Goblet – I – I reckon they’re trying to do you in!’
Ron grinned nervously at him, and Harry grinned back. Hermione burst into tears. ‘There’s nothing to cry about!’ Harry told her, bewildered. ‘You two are so stupid!’ she shouted, stamping her foot on the ground, tears splashing down her front. Then, before either of them could stop her, she had given both of them a hug,
‘If that was the first task, I hate to think what’s coming next.’ ‘Right little ray of sunshine, aren’t you?’ said Ron. ‘You and Professor Trelawney should get together some time.’
He threw Pigwidgeon out of the window. Pigwidgeon plummeted twelve feet before managing to pull himself back up again; the letter attached to his leg was much longer and heavier than usual
‘He’s supposed to work out the clue on his own,’ Hermione said swiftly. ‘It’s in the Tournament rules …’ ‘I was supposed to work out how to get past the dragon on my own, too,’ Harry muttered, so only Hermione could hear him, and she grinned rather guiltily.
Fred grinned. ‘It’s all right,’ he said. ‘I haven’t done anything to them. It’s the custard creams you’ve got to watch –’ Neville, who had just bitten into a custard cream, choked and spat it out. Fred laughed. ‘Just my little joke, Neville …’
‘How do you get in there?’ Hermione said, in an innocently casual sort of voice. ‘Easy,’ said Fred, ‘concealed door behind a painting of a bowl of fruit. Just tickle the pear, and it giggles and –’
‘You’ll put them off their cooking!’ Just then, Neville caused a slight diversion by turning into a large canary. ‘Oh – sorry, Neville!’ Fred shouted, over all the laughter. ‘I forgot – it was the custard creams we hexed
Harry said, as they finally regained the fresh air of the staircase beneath Professor Trelawney’s room. ‘But if I’d dropped dead every time she’s told me I’m going to, I’d be a medical miracle.’
Percy wouldn’t want to work for anyone with a sense of humour, would he?’ said Ron, now starting on a chocolate éclair. ‘Percy wouldn’t recognise a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing Dobby’s tea-cosy.’
the guinea-fowl they had been changing into guinea-pigs had been shut away in a large cage on Professor McGonagall’s desk (Neville’s guinea-pig still had feathers);
Professor McGonagall stared deliberately around the class. ‘The Yule Ball is of course a chance for us all to – er – let our hair down,’ she said, in a disapproving voice.
Harry could see what was funny this time: Professor McGonagall, with her hair in a tight bun, looked as though she had never let her hair down in any sense.
‘How’re you supposed to get one on their own to ask them?’ ‘Lasso one?’ Ron suggested.
he’s earned a bit of a break,’ said Ron, and he placed the last two cards on top of the castle and the whole lot blew up, singeing his eyebrows.
‘Nice look, Ron … go well with your dress robes, that will.’
‘Ron, can we borrow Pigwidgeon?’ George asked. ‘No, he’s off delivering a letter,’ said Ron. ‘Why?’ ‘Because George wants to invite him to the ball,’ said Fred sarcastically.
