Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire_ J.K. Rowling

2015 Mar. 27 25

picture from Bloomsbury Publishing
picture from Bloomsbury Publishing

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

J.K. Rowling


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.

Finally, after an entire month, I managed to finish this monster. It’s long, but it is worth the time. Spending such a long time with all the characters makes me feel like we’re all actual friends. Dumbledore is my mentor; Sirius is my godfather; Hermione and Ron are my best friends and Voldemort, my enemy.

The excitements of this book is beyond the first three books. Every two other pages reveals a new adventure. And everything happens for a reason. Everything tie in so well in the end. It’s like a closed curve. No matter how twist the plot is in the middle, it reaches the same spot as the story first opened. So far my favorite book in the series. (Current ranking: 4>3>1>2)

Beside excitement, we also see the unbreakable friendships among Harry, Hermione and Ron. Their diverse characteristics complement each other. As Dumbledore said, they need to unite to be strong enough to confront the dark.

Also, I have to mention the last 150 pages of the book. Rowling’s writing is so so so amazing. It made me cry so hard. Cedric’s death scene, it was so short, so sudden, but so heart wrenching. The dueling between Harry and Voldemort is as well so appealing. When the shadows came out gradually from the wand, my heart actually ached. Finally, every line of Dumbledore was so full of wisdom and kindness. Love him so much.

p. 237 ‘Harry, Cedric, I suggest you go up to bed.’ said Dumbledore, smiling at both of them. ‘I am sure Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are waiting to celebrate with you, and it would be a shame to deprive them of this excellent excuse to make a great deal of mess and noise.’

P. 245 ‘I’m not telling him anything,’ Hermoione said shortly. ‘Tell him yourself, it’s the only way to sort this out.’

p. 268 ‘You miss him!’ Hermione siad impatiently. ‘And I know he misses you–‘

p. 268 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.

p. 287 Harry barely slept that night. When he awoke on Monday morning, he seriously considered, for the first time ever, just running away from Hogwarts. But as he looked around the Great Hall at breakfast time, and thought about what leaving the castle would mean, he knew he couldn’t do it. It was the only place he had ever been happy… well, he supposed he must have been happy with his parents, too, but he couldn’t remember that.

p. 303 Hermione stood nervously between them, looking form one to the other. Ron opened his mouth uncertainly. Harry knew Ron was about to apologise and, suddenly, he found he didn’t need to hear it. ‘It’s OK,’ he said, before Ron could get the words out. ‘Forget it.’ ‘No,’ said Ron, ‘I shouldn’t’ve–‘ ‘Forget it,’ Harry said. Ron grinned nervously at him, and Harry grinned back. Hermione burst into tears. ‘There’s nothing to cry about!’ Harry told her, bewildered. ‘You two are so  stupid!’ she shouted, stamping her foot on the ground, tears splashing down her front. Then, before either of them could stop her, she had given both of them a hug, and dashed away, now positively howling.

p. 325 The bell was due to ring at any moment, and Harry and Ron, who had been having a sward fight with a couple of Fred and George’s fake wands at the back of the class, looked up, Ron now holding a tin parrot, and Harry, a rubber haddock. ‘Now Potter and Weasley have been kind enough to act their age,’ said Professor McGonagall…

p. 338 ‘Just because it’s taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn’t mean no one else has spotted I’m a girl!’

p. 504 ‘Curiosity is not a sin,’ he said. ‘But we should exercise caution with our curiosity… yes, indeed…’

p. 562 ‘Your father’s coming…’ she said quietly. ‘He wants to see you… it will be all right… hold on…’

p. 562 ‘Harry…’ whispered the figure of Cedric, ‘take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my parents…’

p. 565 ‘Harry, let go of him,’ he heard Fudge’s voice say, and he felt fingers trying to prise him from Cedric’s limp body, but Harry wouldn’t let him go. Then Dumbledore’s face, which was still blurred and misted, cam closer. ‘Harry, you can’t help him now. It’s over. Let go.’ ‘He wanted me to bring him back,’ Harry muttered.

p. 572 ‘He will stay, Minerva, because he needs to understand,’ said Dumbledore curtly. ‘Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery. He needs to know who has put him through the ordeal he has suffered tonight, and why.’

p. 600 Mrs Weasley set the potion down on the beside cabinet, bent down, and put her arms around Harry. He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother. The full weight of everything he had seen that night seemed to fall in upon him as Mrs Weasley held him to her. His mother’s face, his father’s voice, the sight of Cedric, dead on the ground, all started spinning in head until he could hardly bear it, until he was screwing up his face against the howl of misery fighting to get out of him.

p. 608 ‘Every guest in this Hall,’ said Dumblefore, and his eyes lingered upon the Durmstrang students, ‘will be welcomed back here, at any time, should they wish to come. 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. ‘ Lord Voldemort’s gift for spreading discord and enmity is very great. We ca fight it only by showing an equally strong bond of friendship and trust. Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open. ‘It is my belief– and never have I so hoped that I am mistaken– that we are all facing dark and difficult times. Some of you, in this Hall, have already suffered directly at the hands of Lord Voldemort. Many of your families have been torn asunder. A week ago, a student was taken from our midst.


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