Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Audiobook by Stephen Fry

“Double Divination this afternoon,” Harry groaned, looking down. Divination was his least favorite discipline, aside from Potions. Professor Trelawney kept predicting Harry’s demise, which he discovered incredibly worrying.

“You will have to have given it up like me, shouldn’t you?” stated Hermione briskly, buttering herself some toast. “then you definitely’d be doing something sensible like Arithmancy.”

“you’re eating once more, I detect,” mentioned Ron, gazing Hermione including liberal amounts of jam to her toast too.

“I’ve decided there are higher ways of creating a stand about elf rights,” mentioned Hermione haughtily.

“Yeah. . . And you were hungry,” mentioned Ron, grinning.

There used to be a sudden rustling noise above them, and 100 owls came hovering through the open windows carrying the morning mail. Instinctively, Harry regarded up, however there was no sign of white among the mass of brown and grey. The owls circled the tables, watching for the persons to whom their letters and programs were addressed. A large tawny owl soared right down to Neville Longbottom and deposited a parcel into his lap ­ Neville most of the time forgot to percent something. On the other aspect of the hall Draco Malfoy’s eagle owl had landed on his shoulder, carrying what seemed like his common deliver of sweets and truffles from home. Attempting to ignore the sinking feeling of disappointment in his belly, Harry returned to his porridge. Used to be it possible that whatever had occurred to Hedwig, and that Sirius hadn’t even received his letter!

His preoccupation lasted all the way throughout the sodden vegetable patch until they arrived in greenhouse three, but right here he used to be distracted through Professor Sprout displaying the class the ugliest vegetation Harry had ever obvious. Indeed, they looked less like crops than thick, black, giant slugs, protruding vertically out of the soil. Each was squirming fairly and had a number of colossal, shiny swellings upon it, which seemed to be full of liquid.

“Bubotubers,” Professor Sprout instructed them briskly. “They need squeezing. You’re going to gather the pus ­”

“The what?” said Seamus Finnigan, sounding revolted.

“Pus, Finnigan, pus,” said Professor Sprout, “and it can be incredibly priceless, so do not waste it. You will acquire the pus, I say, in these bottles. Put on your dragon­disguise gloves; it could do funny things to the skin when undiluted, bubotuber pus.”

Squeezing the bubotubers used to be disgusting, but oddly enjoyable. As every swelling was once popped, a significant amount of thick yellowish­green liquid burst forth, which smelled strongly of petrol. They caught it within the bottles as Professor Sprout had indicated, and via the top of the lesson had accumulated a couple of pints.

“This’ll hold Madam Pomfrey comfortable,” stated Professor Sprout, stoppering the last bottle with a cork. “An nice comfort for the more cussed forms of pimples, bubotuber pus. Will have to stop students resorting to desperate measures to rid themselves of pimples.”

“Like negative Eloise Midgen,” stated Hannah Abbott, a Hufflepuff, in a hushed voice.

“She tried to curse hers off.”

“foolish woman,” mentioned Professor Sprout, shaking her head. “however Madam Pomfrey fixed her nose back on in the end.”

A booming bell echoed from the fort throughout the moist grounds, signaling the end of the lesson, and the class separated; the Hufflepuffs climbing the stone steps for Transfiguration, and the Gryffindors heading within the different path, down the sloping garden toward Hagrid’s small wooden cabin, which stood on the brink of the Forbidden woodland.

Hagrid was standing external his hut, one hand on the collar of his tremendous black boarhound, Fang. There have been a number of open wooden crates on the ground at his feet, and Fang was whimpering and straining at his collar, it appears eager to investigate the contents extra closely. As they drew nearer, an bizarre rattling noise reached their ears, punctuated with the aid of what sounded like minor explosions.

“Mornin’!” Hagrid stated, grinning at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. “Be’er wait fer the Slytherins, they received’ need ter miss this ­ Blast­Ended Skrewts!”

“Come once more?” stated Ron.

Hagrid pointed down into the crates.

“Eurgh!” squealed Lavender Brown, leaping backward. “Eurgh” practically summed up the Blast­Ended Skrewts in Harry’s opinion. They appeared like deformed, shell­less lobsters, horribly pale and slimy­watching, with legs sticking out in very strange locations and no obvious heads. There were a couple of hundred of them in every crate, each about six inches long, crawling over one another, bumping blindly into the perimeters of the boxes. They had been giving off an extraordinarily powerful scent of

rotting fish. Every now and then, sparks would fly out of the top of a skrewt, and with a small phut, it could be propelled forward several inches.

“On’y jus’ hatched,” mentioned Hagrid proudly, “so yeh’ll be capable ter lift ’em yerselves!

Notion we would make a bit of a mission of it!”

“And why would we want to raise them?” stated a cold voice.

The Slytherins had arrived. The speaker was Draco Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle have been chuckling appreciatively at his words.

Hagrid appeared stumped at the question.

“I imply, what do they do?” requested Malfoy. “what is the factor of them?”

Hagrid opened his mouth, it seems that thinking rough; there used to be a few seconds’ pause, then he said roughly, “Tha’s subsequent lesson, Malfoy. Yer jus’ feedin’ ’em today.

Now, yeh’ll wan’ ter are attempting ’em on a few diff’appoint matters ­ I’ve by no means had ’em before, not definite what they’ll go fer ­ I acquired ant eggs an’ frog livers an’ just a little o’ grass snake ­ simply are trying ’em out with slightly of each.”

“First pus and now this,” muttered Seamus.

Nothing however deep affection for Hagrid would have made Harry, Ron, and Hermione choose up squelchy handfuls of frog liver and slash them into the crates to tempt the Blast­Ended Skrewts. Harry could not suppress the suspicion that the entire thing was completely pointless, for the reason that the skrewts didn’t look to have mouths.

“Ouch!” yelled Dean Thomas after about ten minutes. “It received me.”

Hagrid hurried over to him, watching anxious.

“Its end exploded!” said Dean angrily, displaying Hagrid a burn on his hand.

“Ah, yeah, that can happen once they blast off,” said Hagrid, nodding.

“Eurgh!” mentioned Lavender Brown again. “Eurgh, Hagrid, what’s that pointy factor on it?”

“Ah, some of ’em have bought stings,” mentioned Hagrid enthusiastically (Lavender quickly withdrew her hand from the box). “I reckon they’re the males. . . . The females’ve obtained sorta sucker matters on their bellies. . . . I suppose they maybe ter suck blood.”

“well, i will undoubtedly see why we’re looking to keep them alive,” said Malfoy mockingly. “Who wouldn’t need pets that may burn, sting, and chew suddenly?”

“simply in view that they’re now not very pretty, it does not imply they are not useful,” Hermione snapped. “Dragon blood’s amazingly magical, however you would not desire a dragon for a pet, would you?”

Harry and Ron grinned at Hagrid, who gave them a furtive smile from in the back of his

hairy beard. Hagrid would have appreciated nothing better than a pet dragon, as Harry, Ron, and Hermione knew simplest too well ­ he had owned one for a quick period for the duration of their first 12 months, a vicious Norwegian Ridgeback via the title of Norbert.

Hagrid easily cherished vast creatures, the extra deadly, the simpler.

“well, at least the skrewts are small,” stated Ron as they made their way again up to the fortress for lunch an hour later.

“they’re now,” mentioned Hermione in an exasperated voice, “however as soon as Hagrid’s discovered what they consume, I anticipate they may be six toes lengthy.”

“well, that is not going to topic if they end up to treatment seasickness or whatever, will it?”

stated Ron, grinning slyly at her.

“you know flawlessly good I most effective said that to close Malfoy up,” stated Hermione. “if truth be told I feel he’s correct. The nice thing to do would be to stamp on the lot of them before they attacking us all.”

They sat down on the Gryffindor desk and helped themselves to lamb chops and potatoes. Hermione started to consume so quick that Harry and Ron stared at her.

“Er ­ is that this the brand new stand on elf rights?” stated Ron. “you are going to make your self puke alternatively?”

“No,” said Hermione, with as a lot dignity as she could muster along with her mouth bulging with sprouts. “I simply want to get to the library.”

“What?” mentioned Ron in disbelief. “Hermione ­ it can be the first day again! We’ve not even received homework yet!”

Hermione shrugged and persevered to shovel down her meals as if she had now not eaten for days. Then she leapt to her toes, mentioned, “See you at dinner!” and departed at high velocity.

When the bell rang to sign the begin of afternoon classes, Harry and Ron activate for North Tower where, at the top of a tightly spiraling staircase, a silver stepladder ended in a circular trapdoor in the ceiling, and the room where Professor Trelawney lived.

The acquainted candy perfume spreading from the fireplace met their nostrils as they emerged on the top of the stepladder. As ever, the curtains had been all closed; the circular room was once bathed in a dim reddish light forged with the aid of the numerous lamps, which have been all draped with scarves and shawls. Harry and Ron walked via the mass of occupied chintz chairs and poufs that cluttered the room, and sat down at the equal small circular table.

“hey,” mentioned the misty voice of Professor Trelawney proper at the back of Harry, making him leap.

An extraordinarily thin lady with massive glasses that made her eyes show up far too colossal

for her face, Professor Trelawney was peering down at Harry with the tragic expression she continually wore whenever she saw him. The common huge quantity of beads, chains, and bangles glittered upon her person in the firelight.

“you are preoccupied, my pricey,” she mentioned mournfully to Harry. “My inner eye sees earlier your brave face to the stricken soul within. And that i remorse to say that your worries are usually not baseless. I see tricky times ahead for you, regrettably. . . Most elaborate..

. I worry the article you dread will indeed come to move. . . And perhaps sooner than you think…”

Her voice dropped practically to a whisper. Ron rolled his eyes at Harry, who appeared stonily again. Professor Trelawney swept earlier them and seated herself in a significant winged armchair earlier than the hearth, going through the category. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, who deeply admired Professor Trelawney, had been sitting on poufs very almost her.

“My dears, it’s time for us to remember the celebs,” she mentioned. “The actions of the planets and the mysterious portents they divulge best to people who appreciate the steps of the celestial dance. Human destiny is also deciphered through the planetary rays, which intermingle. . .”

however Harry’s thoughts had drifted. The perfumed fireplace continually made him suppose sleepy and dull­witted, and Professor Trelawney’s rambling talks on fortune­telling not ever held him precisely spellbound ­ although he couldn’t help excited about what she had simply said to him. “I worry the article you dread will certainly come to move…’“

but Hermione was once correct, Harry inspiration irritably, Professor Trelawney fairly was an historic fraud. He wasn’t dreading some thing at the second at all. . . Good, except you counted his fears that Sirius had been caught. . . But what did Professor Trelawney recognize? He had lengthy on the grounds that come to the conclusion that her company of fortunetelling was once really not more than fortunate guesswork and a spooky method.

Besides, of path, for that point on the finish of final time period, when she had made the prediction about Voldemort rising once more. . . And Dumbledore himself had mentioned that he inspiration that trance had been exact, when Harry had described it to him.

“Harry!” Ron muttered.


Harry seemed around; the entire category used to be staring at him. He sat up straight; he had been virtually sleeping off, lost within the warmth and his thoughts.

“I was saying, my pricey, that you simply had been certainly born under the baleful have an effect on of Saturn,” mentioned Professor Trelawney, a faint be aware of resentment in her voice at the fact that he had obviously not been hanging on her words.

“Born beneath ­ what, sorry?” said Harry.

“Saturn, dear, the planet Saturn!” mentioned Professor Trelawney, sounding obviously

irritated that he wasn’t riveted by this information. “I was announcing that Saturn was once obviously ready of vigor in the heavens at the second of your start. . . . Your dark hair.

. . Your mean stature…Tragic losses so young in existence. . . I feel i’m correct in pronouncing, my expensive, that you had been born in midwinter?”

“No,” stated Harry, “I was once born in July.”

Ron impulsively turned his chortle right into a hacking cough.

Half an hour later, each of them had been given a difficult circular chart, and was once attempting to fill in the function of the planets at their second of start. It was once stupid work, requiring much consultation of timetables and calculation of angles.

“I’ve received two Neptunes here,” mentioned Harry after a while, frowning down at his piece of parchment, “that can not be correct, can it?”

“Aaaaah,” stated Ron, imitating Professor Trelawney’s mystical whisper, “when two Neptunes show up in the sky, it’s a certain signal that a midget in glasses is being born, Harry. . . .”

Seamus and Dean, who had been working neighborhood, sniggered loudly, though no longer loudly enough to masks the excited squeals from Lavender Brown ­ “Oh Professor, seem! I suppose I’ve bought an unaspected planet! Oooh, which one’s that, Professor?”

“it is Uranus, my expensive,” said Professor Trelawney, peering down on the chart.

“Can i have a appear at Uranus too, Lavender?” stated Ron.

Most regrettably, Professor Trelawney heard him, and it was this, might be, that made her give them so much homework at the finish of the category.

“A detailed analysis of the way in which the planetary movements in the coming month will impact you, with reference to your private chart,” she snapped, sounding way more like Professor McGonagall than her common ethereal­fairy self. “i want it competent handy in subsequent Monday, and no excuses!”

“depressing historical bat,” stated Ron bitterly as they joined the crowds descending the staircases again to the first-rate corridor and dinner. “That’ll take all weekend, with the intention to. .


“tons of homework?” said Hermione brightly, catching up with them. “Professor Vector failed to provide us any in any respect!”