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

by J.K. Rowling

The left sock was bright red and had a pattern of broomsticks upon it; the right sock was green with a pattern of Snitches.

still can’t work out how you two got the best-looking girls in the year,” muttered Dean. “Animal magnetism,”

the room had vanished.

but he somehow thought that Hermione had gotten the point much better than Ron had.

They were being quite friendly to each other, though oddly formal.

“I have gone temporarily deaf and haven’t any idea what you said, Harry,”

‘Never be ashamed,’ my ol’ dad used ter say, ‘there’s some who’ll hold it against you, but they’re not worth botherin’ with.’

Dobby cannot let Harry Potter lose his Wheezy!”

Ron’s version of events changed subtly with every retelling.

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

I’ll say this for Moody, though, he never killed if he could help it. Always brought people in alive where possible.

“Aren’t you two ever going to read Hogwarts: A History?” “What’s the point?” said Ron. “You know it by heart, we can just ask you.”

“Not unless he can turn himself into a bat or something,” said Harry. “Wouldn’t put it past him,”

“I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind.”

Never have i been accused of something so much in my life

“Curiosity is not a sin,” he said. “But we

Fleur Delacour, Harry noticed, was eyeing Bill with great interest over her mother’s shoulder.

For a second that contained an eternity,

“Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery.

“He asked me whether I was ready to risk everything for him. I was ready.

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

It was even a relief; he felt almost as though something poisonous were being extracted from him.

powers. You have shouldered a grown wizard’s burden and found yourself equal to it — and you have now given us all that we have a right to expect.

You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be!

Remus Lupin, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher — the old crowd.

“You all righ’?” he said gruffly. “Yeah,” said Harry. “No, yeh’re not,” said Hagrid. “’Course yeh’re not. But yeh will be.” Harry said nothing.

“What’s comin’ will come, an’ we’ll meet it when it does.

It is my belief, however, that the truth is generally preferable to lies,

we are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided.

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

Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort.