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...
CHAPTER SEVEN - BAGMAN AND CROUCH Harry disentangled himself from Ron and got to his feet. They had arrived on what appeared to be a deserted stretch of misty moor. In front of them was a pair of tired and grumpy-looking wizards, one of whom was hold...
CHAPTER SIX - THE PORTKEY Harry felt as though he had barely lain down to steep in Ron's room when he was being shaken awake by Mrs. Weasley. Time to go, Harry, dear, she whispered, moving away to wake Ron. Harry felt around for his glasses, put them...
CHAPTER FIVE - WEASLEYS' WIZARD WHEEZES Harry spun faster and faster, elbows tucked tightly to his sides, blurred fireplaces flashing past him, until he started to feel sick and closed his eyes. Then, when at last he felt himself slowing down, he thr...
