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Дж.К. Роулинг. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
– CHAPTER ONE — The Riddle House
– CHAPTER TWO — The Scar
– CHAPTER THREE — The Invitation
– CHAPTER FOUR — Back to The Burrow
– CHAPTER FIVE — Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes
– CHAPTER SIX — The Portkey
– CHAPTER SEVEN — Bagman and Crouch
– CHAPTER EIGHT — The Quidditch World Cup
– CHAPTER NINE — The Dark Mark
– CHAPTER TEN — Mayhem at the Ministry
– CHAPTER ELEVEN — Aboard the Hogwarts Express
– CHAPTER TWELVE — The Triwizard Tournament
– CHAPTER THIRTEEN — Mad-Eye Moody
– CHAPTER FOURTEEN — The Unforgivable Curses
– CHAPTER FIFTEEN — Beauxbatons and Durmstrang
– CHAPTER SIXTEEN — The Goblet of Fire
– CHAPTER SEVENTEEN — The Four Champions
– CHAPTER EIGHTEEN — The Weighing of the Wands
– CHAPTER NINETEEN — The Hungarian Horntail
– CHAPTER TWENTY — The First Task
– CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE — The House-Elf Liberation Front
– CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO — The Unexpected Task
– CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE — The Yule Ball
– CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR — Rita Skeeter’s Scoop
– CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE — The Egg and the Eye
– CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX — The Second Task
– CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN — Padfoot Returns
– CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT — The Madness of Mr Crouch
– CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE — The Dream
– CHAPTER THIRTY — The Pensieve
– CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE — The Third Task
– CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO — Flesh, Blood and Bone
– CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE — The Death Eaters
– CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR — Priori Incantatem
– CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE — Veritaserum
– CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX — The Parting of the Ways
– CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN — The Beginning
J.K. Rowling. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
– CHAPTER ONE — Dudley Demented
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Harry lay flat on his back, breathing hard as though he had been running. He had awoken from a vivid dream with his hands pressed over his face. The old scar on his forehead, which was shaped like a bolt of lightning, was burning beneath his fingers as though someone had just pressed a white-hot wire to his skin.
He sat up, one hand still on his scar, the other reaching out in the darkness for his glasses, which were on the bedside table. He put them on and his bedroom came into clearer focus, lit by a faint, misty orange light that was filtering through the curtains from the street lamp outside the window.
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Harry took a deep, steadying breath and then said, ‘OK, I can’t see the World Cup. Can I go now, then? Only I’ve got a letter to Sirius I want to finish. You know – my godfather.’
He had done it. He had said the magic words. Now he watched the purple recede blotchily from Uncle Vernon’s face, making it look like badly mixed blackcurrant ice-cream.
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