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

by J.K. Rowling

I will allow you to perform an essential task for me, one that many of my followers would give their right hands to perform.

“I’m not putting them on,” said old Archie in indignation. “I like a healthy breeze ’round my privates, thanks.”

they’re Unspeakables. . . .” “They’re what?” “From the Department of Mysteries, top secret, no idea what they get up to. . . .”

“We’ll bet thirty-seven Galleons, fifteen Sickles, three Knuts,” said Fred as he and George quickly pooled all their money, “that Ireland wins — but Viktor Krum gets the Snitch. Oh and we’ll throw in a fake wand.”

“Où est Madame Maxime? Nous l’avons perdue —”

“Come seek us where our voices sound, We cannot sing above the ground, And while you’re searching, ponder this: We’ve taken what you’ll sorely miss, An hour long you’ll have to look, And to recover what we took, But past an hour — the prospect’s black, Too late, it’s gone, it won’t come back.”