Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Quotes

“Asleep was the way Harry liked the Dursleys best; it wasn’t as though they were ever any help to him awake. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley were Harry’s only living relatives. They were Muggles who hated and despised magic in any form, which meant that Harry was about as welcome in their house as dry rot. They had explained away Harry’s long absences at Hogwarts over the last three years by telling everyone that he went to St. Brutus’s Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys. They knew perfectly well that, as an underage wizard, Harry wasn’t allowed to use magic outside Hogwarts, but they were still apt to blame him for anything that went wrong about the house. Harry had never been able to confide in them or tell them anything about his life in the Wizarding world. The very idea of going to them when they awoke, and telling them about his scar hurting him, and about his worries about Voldemort, was laughable.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“We can 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.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Bill and Charlie both had their wands out, and were making two battered old tables fly high above the lawn, smashing into each other, each attempting to knock the other’s out of the air. Fred and George were cheering, Ginny was laughing, and Hermione was hovering near the hedge, apparently torn between amusement and anxiety.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Oh Professor, look! I think I’ve got an unaspected planet! Oooh, which one’s that, Professor?” “It is Uranus, my dear,”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“No mientas a lord Voldemort, muggle, porque él sabe... él siempre sabe...”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter y el cáliz de fuego

“Right little ray of sunshine, aren’t you?” said Ron. “You and Professor Trelawney should get together sometime.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“El valeroso Gryffindor venía del páramo; el bello Ravenclaw, de la cañada; del ancho valle procedía Hufflepuff el suave, y el astuto Slytherin, de los pantanos.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter y el cáliz de fuego

“We didn’t give it to him because he’s a Muggle!” said Fred indignantly. “No, we gave it to him because he’s a great bullying git,” said George. “Isn’t he, Harry?” “Yeah, he is, Mr. Weasley,” said Harry earnestly.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Severus,” said Dumbledore, turning to Snape, “you know what I must ask you to do. If you are ready . . . if you are prepared . . .” “I am,” said Snape.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Meanwhile Professor Binns, the ghost who taught History of Magic, had them writing weekly essays on the goblin rebellions of the eighteenth century. Professor Snape was forcing them to research antidotes. They took this one seriously, as he had hinted that he might be poisoning one of them before Christmas to see if their antidote worked. Professor Flitwick had asked them to read three extra books in preparation for their lesson on Summoning Charms. Even Hagrid was adding to their workload. The Blast-Ended Skrewts were growing at a remarkable pace given that nobody had yet discovered what they ate. Hagrid was delighted, and as part of their “project,” suggested that they come down to his hut on alternate evenings to observe the skrewts and make notes on their extraordinary behavior. “I will not,” said Draco Malfoy flatly when Hagrid had proposed this with the air of Father Christmas pulling an extra-large toy out of his sack. “I see enough of these foul things during lessons, thanks.” Hagrid’s smile faded off his face.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Asleep was the way Harry liked the Dursleys best; it wasn’t as though they were ever any help to him awake. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley were Harry’s only living relatives. They were Muggles who hated and despised magic in any form, which meant that Harry was about as welcome in their house as dry rot. They had explained away Harry’s long absences at Hogwarts over the last three years by telling everyone that he went to St. Brutus’s Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys. They knew perfectly well that, as an underage wizard, Harry wasn’t allowed to use magic outside Hogwarts, but they were still apt to blame him for anything that went wrong about the house. Harry had never been able to confide in them or tell them anything about his life in the Wizarding world. The very idea of going to them when they awoke, and telling them about his scar hurting him, and about his worries about Voldemort, was laughable.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“We are all facing dark and difficult times.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“They walked up the stone steps into the Entrance Hall, where the delicious smells of dinner wafted towards them from the Great Hall.
"Poor old Snuffles," said Ron, breathing deeply. "He must really like you, Harry... imagine having to live off rats.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Good one,” said Ron, copying it down. “Because of . . . erm . . . Mercury. Why don’t you get stabbed in the back by someone you thought was a friend?” “Yeah . . . cool . . .” said Harry, scribbling it down, “because . . . Venus is in the twelfth house.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“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. “Barking mad,” said Ron, shaking his head. “Harry, c’mon, they’ll be putting up your scores. ”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“I’m not dancing,” he said. “It is traditional,” said Professor McGonagall firmly. “You are a Hogwarts champion, and you will do what is expected of you as a representative of the school. So make sure you get yourself a partner, Potter.” “But — I don’t —” “You heard me, Potter,” said Professor McGonagall in a very final sort of way.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Who on earth wants to make their nose hair grow into ringlets?"
"I wouldn't mind," said Fred Weasley's voice. "Be a talking point, wouldn't it?”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Want to come to the ball with me?" Fred Weasley”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“I don't like people who attack when their opponent's back's turned.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Mrs. Weasley set the potion down on the bedside cabinet, bent down, and put her arms around Harry. He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Percy’s letter was enclosed in a package of Easter eggs that Mrs. Weasley had sent. Both Harry’s and Ron’s were the size of dragon eggs and full of homemade toffee. Hermione’s, however, was smaller than a chicken egg. Her face fell when she saw it. “Your mum doesn’t read Witch Weekly, by any chance, does she, Ron?” she asked quietly. “Yeah,” said Ron, whose mouth was full of toffee. “Gets it for the recipes.” Hermione looked sadly at her tiny egg.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy,”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“But I know better. Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Don’t be a prat, Neville, that’s illegal,” said George. “They wouldn’t use the Cruciatus Curse on the champions. I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing . . . maybe you’ve got to attack him while he’s in the shower, Harry.” “Want a jam tart, Hermione?” said Fred. Hermione looked doubtfully at the plate he was offering her. Fred grinned. “It’s all right,” he said. “I haven’t done anything to them. It’s the custard creams you’ve got to watch —” Neville, who had just bitten into a custard cream, choked and spat it out. Fred laughed. “Just my little joke, Neville. .”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“When Harry told of Wormtail piercing his arm with the dagger, however, Sirius let out a vehement exclamation; and Dumbledore stood up so quickly that Harry started. Dumbledore walked around the desk and told Harry to stretch out his arm. Harry showed them both the place where his robes were torn, and the cut beneath them.

‘He said my blood would make him stronger than if he’d used someone else’s,' Harry told Dumbledore. ‘He said the protection my – my mother left in me – he’d have it, too. And he was right – he could touch me without hurting himself, he touched my face.'

For a fleeting instant, Harry thought he saw a gleam of something like triumph in Dumbledore’s eyes. But next second, Harry was sure he had imagined it, for when Dumbledore had returned to his seat behind the desk, he looked as old and weary as Harry had ever seen him.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Non vergognarti mai’ mi diceva il mio vecchio, ‘e se qualcuno te lo rinfaccia, è gente che non vale una cicca’.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“I am what I am, an' I'm not ashamed.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“What’re you doing here?' Ron and Fred said at the same time.
‘Sending a letter,' said Harry and George in unison.
‘What, at this time?' said Hermione and Fred.

Fred grinned. ‘Fine—we won’t ask you what you’re doing, if you don’t ask us,' he said.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“We must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Hagrid!’ Hermione shouted, pounding on his front door. ‘Hagrid, that’s enough! We know you’re in there! Nobody cares if your mum was a giantess, Hagrid! You can’t let that foul Skeeter woman do this to you! Hagrid, get out here, you’re just being –’ The door opened. Hermione said ‘About t–!’ and then stopped, very suddenly, because she had found herself face to face, not with Hagrid, but with Albus Dumbledore. ‘Good afternoon,’ he said pleasantly, smiling down at them. ‘We – er – we wanted to see Hagrid,’ said Hermione in a rather small voice. ‘Yes, I surmised as much,’ said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. ‘Why don’t you come in?’ ‘Oh … um … OK,’ said Hermione.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire