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

by J.K. Rowling

“Your devotion is nothing more than cowardice.

“Wormtail, I need somebody with brains, somebody whose loyalty has never wavered, and you, unfortunately, fulfill neither requirement.”

If they say yes, send Pig back with your answer pronto, and we’ll come and get you at five o’clock on Sunday. If they say no, send Pig back pronto and we’ll come and get you at five o’clock on Sunday anyway.

Harry was used to people looking curiously at him when they met him, used to the way their eyes moved at once to the lightning scar on his forehead, but it always made him feel uncomfortable.

He spoke as though he wanted to leave nobody in any doubt that all his ancestors had abided strictly by the law.

Too bad his son is a death eater

“It’s slavery, that’s what it is! That Mr. Crouch made her go up to the top of the stadium, and she was terrified, and he’s got her bewitched so she can’t even run when they start trampling tents! Why doesn’t anyone do something about it?” “Well, the elves are happy, aren’t they?” Ron said. “You heard old Winky back at the match . . . ‘House-elves is not supposed to have fun’ . . . that’s what she likes, being bossed around. . . .” “It’s people like you, Ron,” Hermione began hotly, “who prop up rotten and unjust systems, just because they’re too lazy to

Fred and George hissed Malcolm Baddock as he sat down.

EWWWWW Hissing an 11 he told just cause he sorted slytherin

“It’s my job to think the way Dark wizards do, Karkaroff — as you ought to remember.

Courage in the face of the unknown is an important quality in a wizard

Nevertheless, it was lonely with dislike pouring in on him from all sides.

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.

What wouldn’t he have given to be one of these people, sitting around laughing and talking, with nothing to worry about but homework?

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

“Oooh there’s a tragedy,” Hermione snapped as Fleur went out into the entrance hall. “She really thinks a lot of herself, that one, doesn’t she?”

Let the fleur hatred/jealousy begin

“Oh I would never dream of assuming I know all Hogwarts’ secrets, Igor,” said Dumbledore amicably. “Only this morning, for instance, I took a wrong turning on the way to the bathroom and found myself in a beautifully proportioned room I have never seen before, containing a really rather magnificent collection of chamber pots. When I went back to investigate more closely, I discovered that the room had vanished. But I must keep an eye out for it. Possibly it is only accessible at five-thirty in the morning. Or it may only appear at the quarter moon — or when the seeker has an exceptionally full bladder.”

Lol room of requirement

“Really, Hagrid, if you are holding out for universal popularity, I’m afraid you will be in this cabin for a very long time,”

Knows people can turn out okay even if their families weren’ . . . well . . . all tha’ respectable. But some don’ understand that. There’s some who’d always hold it against yeh

‘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.’

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

“Half the time he seemed to think his wife and son were still alive, and he kept talking to Percy about work and giving him instructions.”

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

“Curiosity is not a sin,” he said. “But we should exercise caution with our curiosity . . . yes, indeed . . .”

“Please do not speak about Neville’s parents to anybody else. He has the right to let people know, when he is ready.”

For a second that contained an eternity,

. Bow to death, Harry. . . .”

He was not going to die crouching here like a child playing hide-and-seek; he was not going to die kneeling at Voldemort’s feet . . . he was going to die upright like his father, and he was going to die trying to defend himself, even if no defense was possible.

Decent people are so easy to manipulate,

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

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

I ask you to demonstrate your courage one more time. I ask you to tell us what happened.”

because it was easier to keep going now he had started. It was even a relief; he felt almost as though something poisonous were being extracted from him. It was costing him every bit of determination he had to keep talking, yet he sensed that once he had finished, he would feel better.

“You are blinded,” said Dumbledore, his voice rising now, the aura of power around him palpable, his eyes blazing once more, “by the love of the office you hold, Cornelius! You place too much importance, and you always have done, on the so-called purity of blood! You fail to recognize that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be!

He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother.

He felt as though all three of them had reached an understanding they didn’t need to put into words; that each was waiting for some sign, some word, of what was going on outside Hogwarts — and that it was useless to speculate about what might be coming until they knew anything for certain.

“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,

I say to you all, once again — in the light of Lord Voldemort’s return, 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.