Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

A week ago. Harry would have said finding a partner for a dance would be a cinch compared to taking on a Hungarian Horntail. But now that he had done the latter, and was facing the prospect of asking a girl to the ball, he thought he'd rather have another round with the dragon

The snake, on the other hand, was curled up on the rotting hearth rug, like some horrible travesty of a pet dog.

Not unless she wants me to spill the beans on her.’

she’d have a job hiding

particular rush to spill the beans, though.

pluck up the courage

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

‘Look at this,’ he growled.

He held up the envelope in which Mrs Weasley’s letter had come, and Harry had to fight down a laugh. Every bit of it was covered in stamps except for a square inch on the front, into which Mrs Weasley had squeezed the Dursleys’ address in minute writing.

‘She did put enough stamps on, then,’ said Harry, trying to sound as though Mrs Weasley’s was a mistake anyone could make.

He would be speaking to him in just over twelve hours, for tonight was the night they were meeting at the common room fire — assuming nothing went wrong, as everything else had done lately. . . .