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

by J.K. Rowling

the Riddles all appeared to be in perfect health — apart from the fact that they were all dead.

one that many of my followers would give their right hands to perform. . .

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.

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

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

his mother was not here to die for him this time.

I would do it. But I know better. Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.

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

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

“Remember Cedric. 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. Remember Cedric Diggory.”

He, Ron, and Hermione were on their feet, all three of them having used a different hex. Nor were they the only ones to have done so.