Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery. He needs to know who has put him through the ordeal he has suffered tonight, and why.”

“No,” said Moody slowly. “No, he didn’t. It was I who did that.”

“Dumbledore said stay,”

THE DEATH EATERS

Cedric was lying spread-eagled on the ground beside him. He was dead.

Fred, George, and Ginny came to sit next to them too, and Harry was having such a good time he felt almost as though he were back at the Burrow; he had forgotten to worry about that evening’s task, and not until Hermione turned up, halfway through lunch, did he remember that she had had a brainwave about Rita Skeeter.

Harry had a very enjoyable morning walking over the sunny grounds with Bill and Mrs. Weasley,

“Surprise!” Mrs. Weasley said excitedly as he smiled broadly and walked over to them. “Thought we’d come and watch you, Harry!” She bent down and kissed him on the cheek.

“She doesn’t expect the Dursleys to turn up, does she?” he asked Ron blankly.

my priority is to ensure your safety.