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

by J.K. Rowling

the Riddles all appeared to be in perfect health — apart from the fact that they were all dead.

“Harry said good-bye to you,” he said. “Didn’t you hear him?”

Pop. Off. Mr. Weasley.

“Fine,” snapped Mrs. Weasley. “Go naked. And, Harry, make sure you get a picture of him. Goodness knows I could do with a laugh.”

I love you mrs weasley

Only one known person has ever survived it, and he’s sitting right in front of me.”

he looked half annoyed, half deeply impressed.

Me at all times

When Harry woke up on Sunday morning, it took him a moment to remember why he felt so miserable and worried.

Only gets worse with age I fear

“Miss him?” said Harry. “I don’t miss him. . . . ” But this was a downright lie.

Crying? Laughing? Idk im reading from the perspective of a 14 year old so your guess is as good as mine

It is a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up.

So real

“You weren’t being thick after all — you were showing moral fiber!”

If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”

“Curiosity is not a sin,” he said.

Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.

Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.