‘Incendio!’ said Mr Weasley, pointing his wand at the hole in the wall behind him. Flames rose at once in the fireplace,
Summoning Charm that Mrs Weasley managed to find them all. ‘Accio! Accio! Accio!’
‘Sonorus!’ and then spoke over the roar of sound that was now filling the packed stadium;
‘Reparo!’, and the glass shards flew back into a single pane, and back into the door.
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor, Fair Ravenclaw, from glen, Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad, Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were Prized far beyond the rest; For Ravenclaw, the cleverest Would always be the best; For Hufflepuff, hard workers were Most worthy of admission; And power-hungry Slytherin Loved those of great ambition.
‘Total control,’ said Moody quietly, as the spider balled itself up and began to roll over and over. ‘I could make it jump out of the window, drown itself, throw itself down one of your throats …’ Ron gave an involuntary shudder.
‘Pain,’ said Moody softly. ‘You don’t need thumbscrews or knives to torture someone if you can perform the Cruciatus Curse … that one was very popular once, too.
Avada Kedavra … the killing curse.’
a flash of blinding green light and a rushing sound, as though a vast, invisible something was soaring through the air – instantaneously the spider rolled over onto its back, unmarked, but unmistakeably dead.
red with a gold lion for Gryffindor, blue with a bronze eagle for Ravenclaw, yellow with a black badger for Hufflepuff, and green with a silver serpent for Slytherin.
It is a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up.
‘Diffindo!’ Cedric’s bag split. Parchment, quills and books spilled out of it onto the floor. Several bottles of ink smashed.
‘Her – my – oh – nee,’ she said, slowly and clearly.
the opposite of the Summoning Charm today – the Banishing Charm.
Today he had managed to capture two unicorn foals. Unlike full-grown unicorns, they were pure gold.
‘They turn silver when they’re abou’ two years old, an’ they grow horns at aroun’ four. Don’ go pure white ’til they’re full-grown, round about seven.
If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.’
All three of them were so tired they could happily have put their heads down on the desks and slept; even Hermione wasn’t taking her usual notes, but was sitting with her head on her hand, gazing at Professor Binns with her eyes out of focus.
Impediment Jinx. Should slow down anything that’s trying to attack you,
‘I use the Pensieve. One simply siphons the excess thoughts from one’s mind, pours them into the basin, and examines them at one’s leisure. It becomes easier to spot patterns and links, you understand, when they are in this form.’
‘I’m sorry,’ Harry mumbled. Dumbledore shook his head. ‘Curiosity is not a sin,’ he said. ‘But we should exercise caution with our curiosity … yes, indeed …’
Impediment Jinx, a spell to slow down and obstruct attackers, the Reductor curse, which would enable him to blast solid objects out of his way, and the Four-Point Spell, a useful discovery of Hermione’s which would make his wand point due north, therefore enabling him to check whether he was going in the right direction within the maze.
Shield Charm, though. This was supposed to cast a temporary, invisible wall around himself that deflected minor curses;
How was your exam?’ ‘Oh … OK,’ said Ron. ‘Couldn’t remember all the goblin rebels’ names, so I invented a few. It’s all right,’
‘they’re all called stuff like Bodrod the Bearded and Urg the Unclean, it wasn’t hard.’
‘He will stay, Minerva, because he needs to understand,’ said Dumbledore curtly. ‘Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery.
It is my belief, however, that the truth is generally preferable to lies, and that any attempt to pretend that Cedric died as the result of an accident, or some sort of blunder of his own, is an insult to his memory.’
Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right, and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory.’
As Hagrid had said, what would come, would come … and he would have to meet it when it did.