Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire(J.K.Rowling/Bloomsbury Publishing PLC)

‘Oh, Harry, isn’t it obvious?’ Hermione said despairingly. ‘He’s jealous!’
‘Jealous?’ Harry said incredulously. ‘Jealous for what? He wants to make a prat of himself in front of the whole school, does he?’
‘Look,’ said Hermione patiently, ‘it’s always you who gets all the attention, you know it is. I know it’s not your fault,’ she added quickly, seeing Harry open his mouth furiously.
‘Great,’ said Harry bitterly. ‘Really great. Tell him from me he’s welcome to it… people gawping at my forehead everywhere I go…'(p.254)
Hermione stood nervously between them, looking from one to the other. Ron opened his mouth uncertainly. Harry Knew Ron was about to apologise and, suddenly, he found he didn’t need to hear it.
‘It’s OK,’ he said, before Ron could get the words out. ‘Forget it.’
‘No,’ said Ron, ‘I shouldn’t’ve -‘
‘Forget it,’ Harry said.
Ron grinned nervously at him, and Harry grinned back.
Hermione burst into tears.
‘There’s nothing to cry about!’ Harry told her, bewildered.
‘You two are so stupid!’ she shouted, stamping her foot on the ground, tears splashing down her front. ‘Then, before either of them could stop her, she had given both of them a hug, and dashed away, now positively howling.(p.313)
‘And now,’ he said, ‘it is time for two of our number to recognise each other for what they are. Sirius… if you could resume your usual form.'(p.618)
His eyes fell instead in the girl next to Krum. His jaw dropped.
It was Hermione.
But she didn’t look like Hermione at all. She had done something with her hair; it was no longer bushy, but sleek and shiny, and twisted up into an elegant knot at the back of her head. She was also smiling – rather nervously, it was true – but the reduction in the size of her front teeth was more noticeable than ever. Harry couldn’t understand how he hadn’t spotted it before.(p.360)
‘You might be labouring under the delusion that the entire wizarding world is impressed with you,’ Snape went on, so quietly that no one else could hear him, ‘but I don’t care how many times your picture appears in the papers. To me, Potter, you are nothing but a nasty little boy who considers rules to be beneath him.'(p.447)
‘Poor old snuffles,’ said Ron, breathing deeply. ‘He must really like you, Harry… imagine having to live off rats.'(p.464)
For a second that contained an eternity, Harry stared into Cedric’s face, at his open grey eyes, blank and expressionless as the windows of a deserted house, at his half-open mouth, which looked slightly surprised.(p.553)