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

by J.K. Rowling

But their attitude had changed since they had found out that Harry had a dangerous murderer for a godfather — for Harry had conveniently forgotten to tell them that Sirius was innocent.

Dudley had reached roughly the size and weight of a young killer whale.

Harry watched her out of sight, then crawled under his bed, wrenched up the loose floorboard, and pulled out a large chunk of birthday cake.

“We’ve been hearing explosions out of their room for ages, but we never thought they were actually making things,” said Ginny. “We thought they just liked the noise.”

instead there was the tiny gray owl that had delivered Ron’s letter to Harry in Privet Drive. It was hopping up and down in a small cage and twittering madly.

“Its proper name is Pigwidgeon.”

“Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?” said Fred. “That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!” said Percy, going very red in the face. “It was nothing personal!” “It was,” Fred whispered to Harry as they got up from the table. “We sent it.”

“In broad daylight!

Oliver Wood, the old Captain of Harry’s House Quidditch team, who had just left Hogwarts, dragged Harry over to his parents’ tent to introduce him, and told him excitedly that he had just been signed to the Puddlemere United reserve team.

Awe yay good for oliver

“Anyone can speak Troll,” said Fred dismissively. “All you have to do is point and grunt.”

“So that’s a house-elf?” Ron muttered. “Weird things, aren’t they?” “Dobby was weirder,” said Harry fervently.

When Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic himself, arrived, Percy bowed so low that his glasses fell off and shattered.

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

“You can speak English!” said Fudge, sounding outraged. “And you’ve been letting me mime everything all day!” “Vell, it vos very funny,” said the Bulgarian minister, shrugging.

He took his small figure of Krum out of his pocket, set it down on the ground, and watched it walk around.

“Do us a favor, Perce,” said Bill, yawning, “and shut up.”

“Now, Mum,” said Fred, looking up at her, a pained look on his face. “If the Hogwarts Express crashed tomorrow, and George and I died, how would you feel to know that the last thing we ever heard from you was an unfounded accusation?”

“The Ministry would want to show they’d caught someone, wouldn’t they?”

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

“Your father thinks very highly of Mad-Eye Moody,” said Mrs. Weasley sternly. “Yeah, well, Dad collects plugs, doesn’t he?” said Fred quietly as Mrs. Weasley left the room. “Birds of a feather

“There’s traditionally been a lot of rivalry between all the magic schools. Durmstrang and Beauxbatons like to conceal their whereabouts so nobody can steal their secrets,” said Hermione matter-of-factly.

Interesting

“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.

Ron got to his feet and slammed the sliding compartment door so hard behind them that the glass shattered.

“Parvati Patil’s twin’s in Ravenclaw, and they’re identical. You’d think they’d be together, wouldn’t you?”

Wait i think in the movies they were in ravenclaw together?

“Slave labor,” said Hermione, breathing hard through her nose. “That’s what made this dinner. Slave labor.

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

Lets see about that

“Aaaaah,” said Ron, imitating Professor Trelawney’s mystical whisper, “when two Neptunes appear in the sky, it is a sure sign that a midget in glasses is being born,

“Not pleasant. And there’s no countercurse. There’s no blocking it. Only one known person has ever survived it, and he’s sitting right in front of me.”

“Excuse me, I don’t like people just because they’re handsome!” said Hermione indignantly. Ron gave a loud false cough, which sounded oddly like “Lockhart!”

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

“Well, if they end up having children, they’ll be setting a world record — bet any baby of theirs would weigh about a ton.”

Madam Pomfrey examined Harry’s shoulder, talking furiously all the while. “Last year dementors, this year dragons, what are they going to bring into this school next?

“Congratulations, Harry!” she said, beaming at him. “I wonder if you could give me a quick word? How you felt facing that dragon? How you feel now, about the fairness of the scoring?” “Yeah, you can have a word,” said Harry savagely. “Good-bye.”

“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 sometime.”

“But if I’d dropped dead every time she’s told me I’m going to, I’d be a medical miracle.”

But Mr. Crouch, Harry suddenly realized, was not there. The fifth seat at the table was occupied by Percy Weasley.

No way crouch made him go to the ball in his place

“Crouch’s own son was caught with a group of Death Eaters who’d managed to talk their way out of Azkaban. Apparently they were trying to find Voldemort and return him to power.”

Ron speared a roast potato on the end of his fork, glaring at it. Then he said, “I hate being poor.”

“Can’t we kidnap Mrs. Norris?” Ron suggested on Monday lunchtime

Fleur Delacour, Harry noticed, was eyeing Bill with great interest over her mother’s shoulder. Harry could tell she had no objection whatsoever to long hair or earrings with fangs on them.

Cedric was lying spread-eagled on the ground beside him. He was dead.

That was fast

He dismissed Winky. She had failed him. She had let me acquire a wand. She had almost let me escape.”

That makes more senseee