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

by J.K. Rowling

The story had been picked over so many times, and had been embroidered in so many places, that nobody was quite sure what the truth was anymore.

The man with the cold voice had killed a woman. He was talking about it without any kind of remorse — with amusement. He was dangerous — a madman. And he was planning more murders — this boy, Harry Potter, whoever he was — was in danger —

The same arm

Didnt realize this

He thought it was a bit rich of Uncle Vernon to call anyone “dumpy,” when his own son, Dudley, had finally achieved what he’d been threatening to do since the age of three, and become wider than he was tall.

The idea of being taught consideration by a man who had just blasted away half his living room wall seemed to be causing him intense suffering.

“Its proper name is Pigwidgeon.”

“Bulgaria has got Viktor Krum, though,”

“What?” said George, in an innocent tone that deceived nobody.

“Always modest, our Ced, always the

“How many times, Kevin? You don’t — touch — Daddy’s — wand — yecchh!”

Bulgarian Seeker!”

his narrow toothbrush mustache looked as though he trimmed it using a slide rule.

Percy jumped to his feet so often that he looked as though he were trying to sit on a hedgehog.

“Harry, if you’re not going to watch at normal speed, you’re going to miss things!”

“And that, boys,” yelled Mr. Weasley over the tumult of the crowd below, “is why you should never go for looks alone!”

I don’t reckon he’d be over-pleased with them,

Rita Skeeter.”

in the position where the number twelve would be on a normal clock, “mortal peril.”

“Mad-Eye Moody?”

him. He was an Auror — one of the best . . . a Dark wizard catcher,”

“But Hogwarts is hidden,” said Hermione, in surprise. “Everyone knows that . . . well, everyone who’s read Hogwarts: A History, anyway.” “Just you, then,” said Ron. “So go on — how d’you hide a place like Hogwarts?”

“Ah, think of the possibilities,” said Ron dreamily. “It would’ve been so easy to push Malfoy off a glacier and make it look like an accident. . . . Shame his mother likes him.

Harry’s loathing of Snape was matched only by Snape’s hatred of him,

It looked as though it had been carved out of weathered wood by someone who had only the vaguest idea of what human faces are supposed to look like, and was none too skilled with a chisel.

“The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang.

We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time, no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger.

Hmmm

Professor Trelawney kept predicting Harry’s death, which he found extremely annoying.

The next two days passed without great incident, unless you counted Neville melting his sixth cauldron in Potions.

He’s not going to do it nice and polite to your face. You need to be prepared. You need to be alert and watchful.

And there’s no countercurse.

“Now, if there’s no countercurse, why am I showing you? Because you’ve got to know. You’ve got to appreciate what the worst is. You don’t want to find yourself in a situation where you’re facing it. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!”

“Apparently, Professor Sprout told Professor Moody I’m really good at Herbology,” Neville said. There was a faint note of pride in his voice that Harry had rarely heard there before. “He thought I’d like this.”

Early next morning, Harry woke with a plan fully formed in his mind, as though his sleeping brain had been working on it all night.

She spoke as though this settled the matter.

“Will you please inform zis ’Agrid zat ze ’orses drink only single-malt whiskey?”

wishing to compete that this tournament is not to be entered into lightly. Once a champion has been selected by the Goblet of Fire, he or she is obliged to see the tournament through to the end. The placing of your name in the goblet constitutes a binding, magical contract. There can be no change of heart once you have become a champion. Please be very sure, therefore, that you are wholeheartedly prepared to play before you drop your name into the goblet.

better you than Pretty-Boy Diggory,”

“Zey are saying zat zis little boy is to compete also!”

This is crazy work Fleur

“Did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire, Harry?” he asked calmly.

I’m not stupid, you know.” “You’re doing a really good impression of it,” Harry snapped.

now hiding one of the few people he had been sure would believe him.

Ron was standing against the wall with Dean and Seamus. He wasn’t laughing, but he wasn’t sticking up for Harry either.

eyes that had not yet lost the look that Azkaban had given them

it might be easier to get past a dragon if he were a ferret,

He managed to make a fly zoom straight into his hand, though he wasn’t entirely sure that was his prowess at Summoning Charms — perhaps the fly was just stupid.

It was as though the last few weeks had never happened — as though Harry were meeting Ron for the first time, right after he’d been made champion.

Ron’s indignation on his behalf was worth about a hundred points to him.

But now that he had done the latter, and was facing the prospect of asking a girl to the ball, he thought he’d rather have another round with the dragon.

it was amazing how many girls Hogwarts suddenly seemed to hold; he had never quite noticed that before.

“Just because it’s taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn’t mean no one else has spotted I’m a girl!”