CHAPTER NINETEEN - THE HUNGARIAN HORNTAIL The prospect of talking face-to-face with Sirius was all that sustained Harry over the next fortnight, the only bright spot on a horizon that had never looked darker. The shock of finding himself school champ...
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - THE WEIGHING OF THE WANDS When Harry woke up on Sunday morning, it took him a moment to remember why he felt so miserable and worried. Then the memory of the previous night rolled over him. He sat up and ripped back the curtains of...
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - THE FOUR CHAMPIONS Harry sat there, aware that every head in the Great Hall had turned to look at him. He was stunned. He felt numb. He was surely dreaming. He had not heard correctly. There was no applause. A buzzing, as though o...
CHAPTER SIXTEEN - THE GOBLET OF FIRE I don't believe it! Ron said, in a stunned voice, as the Hogwarts students filed back up the steps behind the party from Durmstrang. Krum, Harry! Viktor Krum! For heaven's sake, Ron, he's only a Quidditch player,...
CHAPTER FIFTEEN - BEAUXBATONS AND DURMSTRANG Early next morning, Harry woke with a plan fully formed in his mind, as though his sleeping brain had been working on it all night. He got up, dressed in the pale dawn light, left the dormitory without wak...
CHAPTER FOURTEEN - THE UNFORGIVABLE CURSES The next two days passed without great incident, unless you counted Neville melting his sixth cauldron in Potions. Professor Snape, who seemed to have attained new levels of vindictiveness over the summer, g...
CHAPTER TWELVE - THE TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT Through the gates, flanked with statues of winged boars, and up the sweeping drive the carriages trundled, swaying dangerously in what was fast becoming a gale. Leaning against the window, Harry could see Hog...
CHAPTER ELEVEN - ABOARD THE HOGWART EXPRESS There was a definite end-of-the-holidays gloom in the air when Harry awoke next morning. Heavy rain was still splattering against the window as he got dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt; they would change in...
CHAPTER TEN - MAYHEM AT THE MINISTRY Mr. Weasley woke them after only a few hours sleep. He used magic to pack up the tents, and they left the campsite as quickly as possible, passing Mr. Roberts at the door of his cottage. Mr. Roberts had a strange,...
CHAPTER NINE - THE DARK MARK Don't tell your mother you've been gambling, Mr. Weasley implored Fred and George as they all made their way slowly down the purple-carpeted stairs. Don't worry, Dad, said Fred gleefully, we've got big plans for this mone...
