&&000 Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire p1 &&111 The villagers of =LittleHangleton still called it "the =Riddle House," even though it had been many years since the =Riddle family had lived there. It stood on a hill overlooking the village, some of its windows boarded, tiles missing from its roof, and ivy spreading unchecked over its face. Once a fine looking manor, and easily the largest and grandest building for miles around, the =Riddle House was now damp, derelict, and unoccupied. The =LittleHangleton's all agreed that the old house was "creepy." Half a century ago, something strange and horrible had happened there, something that the older inhabitants of the village still liked to discuss when topics for gossip were scarce. The story had been picked over so many times, and had been embroidered in so many places, that nobody was quite sure what the truth was anymore. Every version of the tale, however, started in the same place: Fifty years before, at daybreak on a fine summer's morning, when the =Riddle House had still been well kept and impressive, a maid had entered the drawing room to find all three =Riddles dead. &&000 p71 &&111 "Whew," panted Mr Weasley, taking off his glasses and wiping them on his sweater. "Well, we've made good time -- we've got ten minutes." =Hermione came over the crest of the hill last, clutching a stitch in her side. "Now we just need the Portkey," said Mr =Weasley, replacing his glasses and squinting around at the ground. "It won't be big. Come on." They spread out, searching. They had only been at it for a couple of minutes, however, when a shout rent the still air. "Over here, =Arthur! Over here, son, we've got it!" Two tall figures were silhouetted against the starry sky on the other side of the hilltop. "=Amos," said Mr =Weasley, smiling as he strode over to the man who had shouted! The rest of them followed. &&000 p140 &&111 "We lost them in the dark," said =Ron. "=Dad, why was everyone so uptight about the skull thing?" "I'll explain everything back at the tent," said Mr =Weasley tensely. But when they reached the edge of the wood, their progress was impeded. A large crowd of frightened looking witches and wizards was congregated there, and when they saw Mr =Weasley coming toward them, many of then surging forward. "What's going on in there?" "Who conjured it?" "Arthur -- it's not -- Him?" "Of course it's not Him," said Mr =Weasley impatiently. "We don't know who it was; it looks like they Disapparated. Now excuse me, please, I want to get to bed." He led =Harry, =Ron, and =Hermione through the crowd and back into the campsite. All was quiet now; there was no sign of the masked wizards, though several ruined tents were still smoking. &&000 p221 &&111 =Harry and =Ron took their copies of Unfogging the Future back down to the common room, found a table, and set to work on their predictions for the coming month. An hour later, they had made very little progress, though their table was littered with bits of parchment bearing sums and symbols, and =Harry's brain was as fogged as though it had been filled with the fumes from Professor +Trelawney's fire. "I haven't got a clue what this lot's supposed to mean," he said, staring down at a long list of calculations. "You know," said =Ron, whose hair was on end because of all the times he had run his fingers through it in frustration, "I think it's back to the old Divination standby." &&000 p280 &&111 "There are those who'll turn innocent occasions to their advantage," =Moody retorted in a menacing voice. "It's my job to think the way Dark wizards do, =Karkaroff -- as you ought to remember." "=Alastor," said =Dumbledore warningly! =Harry wondered for a moment whom he was speaking to, but then realized "=Mad-Eye" could hardly be =Moody's real first name. =Moody fell silent, though still surveying =Karkaroff with satisfaction -- =Karkaroff's face was burning. "How this situation arose, we do not know," said =Dumbledore, speaking to everone gathered in the room. "It seems to me, however, that we have no choice but to accept it. Both =Cedric and =Harry have been chosen to compete in the Tournament. This, therefore, they will do." "Ah, but =Dumbly-dorr." "My dear Madame =Maxime, if you have an alternative, I would be delighted to hear it." &&000 p351 &&111 "Got a plan," said =Bagman, lowering his voice conspiratorially? "Because I don't mind sharing a few pointers, if you'd like them, you know. I mean," =Bagman continued, lowering his voice still further, "you're the underdog here, Harry. Anything I can do to help." "No," said =Harry so quickly he knew he had sounded rude, "no -- I -- I know what I'm going to do, thanks." "Nobody would know, =Harry," said =Bagman, winking at him. "No, I'm fine," said =Harry, wondering why he kept telling people this, and wondering whether he had ever been less fine. "I've got a plan worked out, I -- ." A whistle had blown somewhere. "Good lord, I've got to run," said =Bagman in alarm, and he hurried off! &&000 p420 &&111 "Nice socks, =Potter," =Moody growled as he passed, his magical eye staring through =Harry's robes. "Oh -- yeah, =Dobby the house elf knitted them for me," said =Harry grinning. "He is so creepy," =Pavarti whispered as =Moody clunked away! "I don't think that eye should be allowed!" =Harry heard the final, quavering note from the bagpipe with relief. The =WeirdSisters stopped playing, applause filled the hall once more, and =Harry let go of =Pavarati at once. "Let's go sit down, shall we?" "Oh -- but -- this is a really good one," =Pavarti said as the =Weird Sisters struck up a new song, which was much faster! "No, I don't like it," =Harry lied, and he led her away from the dance floor, past =Fred and =Angelina, who were dancing so exhuberantly that people around them were backing away in fear of injury, and over to the table where =Ron and =Padma were sitting. &&000 p491 &&111 =Dobby plucked at the shrunken maroon sweater he was now wearing over his shorts. "What," =Harry gasped? "They've got -- they've got Ron?" "The thing =HarryPotter will miss most, sir," squeaked =Dobby! "But past an hour -- ." " -- the prospect's black," =Harry recited, staring horror-struck, at the elf. "Too late, it's gone, it won't come back. =Dobby -- what've I got to do?" "You has to eat this, sir," squeaked the elf, and he put his hand in the pocket of his shorts and drew out a ball of what looked like slimy grayish-green rat tails! "Right before you go into the lake, sir -- gillyweed!" "What's it do," said =Harry, staring at the gillyweed? "It will make =HarryPotter breathe underwater, sir!" "=Dobby," said =Harry frantically, "listen -- are you sure about this?" He couldn't quite forget that the last time =Dobby had tried to help him, he had ended up with no bones in his right arm. &&000 p560 &&111 "Stunned," he said softly. His half-moon glasses glittered in the wandlight as he peered around at the surrounding trees. "Should I go and get someone," said =Harry? "Madame =Pomfrey?" "No," said =Dumbledore swiftly. "Stay here." He raised his wand into the air and pointed it in the direction of =Hagrid's cabin. =Harry saw something silvery dart out of it and streak away through the trees like a ghostly bird. Then =Dumbledore bent over =Krum again, pointed his wand at him, and muttered, "=Ennervate." =Krum opened his eyes. He looked dazed. When he saw =Dumbledore, he tried to sit up, but =Dumbledore put a hand on his shoulder and made him lie still. "He attacked me," =Krum muttered, putting a hand up to his head! "The old madman attacked me! I was looking around to see where =Potter had gone and he attacked me from behind!" "Lie still for a moment," =Dumbledore said. &&000 p621 &&111 =Harry could just make our Mrs =Weasley, =Bill, =Ron, and =Hermione applauding =Flear politely, halfway up the stands. He waved up at them, and they waved back, beaming at him. "So on my whistle, =Harry and Cedric," said =Bagman! "Three -- two -- one ." He gave a short blast on his whistle, and =Harry and =Cedric hurried forward into the maze. The towering hedges cast black shadows across the path, and, whether because they were so tall and thick or because they had been enchanted, the sound of the surrounding crowd was silenced the moment they entered the maze. =Harry felt almost as though he were underwater again. He pulled out his want, muttered, =Lumos," and heard =Cedric do the same just behind him. After about fifty yards, they reached a fork. They looked at each other.