No thanks,' said Harry. ‘The poor toilet's never had anything as horrible as your head down it – it might be sick.' Then he ran, before Dudley could work out what he'd said.

It's real for us.

I don't go looking for trouble, said Harry, nettled. Trouble usually finds me.

Harry witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth, 'It unscrews the other way.

That suggests that what you rear most of all is - fear. Very wise, Harry.

Could you write it down? Harry suggested. Nah — can't spell it. All right — Voldemort. Hagrid shuddered.

Once a champion has been selected by the Goblet of Fire, he or she is obliged to see the tournament through to the end.