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Harry Potter, The Goblet of Fire: The Finishining

This would've been up last night, but I fell asleep in the middle of html coding. With my laptop in my lap. So here we are.

I'm gonna start actually reading these books next week. I think. Because the last time I tried to read through the series, I'm pretty sure I got stuck in book 5.

Dumbledore. Your office is not very well protected. Come on, sir.

I fricking love the Pensieve. Anytime it shows up, I'm like "SCORE THE BOOK'S ABOUT TO GET WAY AWESOMER THAN IT ALREADY IS." Good job, JKR, on that device. Karkaroff's trial is brilliant, and then...oh, and then. 

There was...a woman with thick, shining dark hair and heavily hooded eyes, who was sitting in the chained chair as though it were a throne.

HEY GIRL

 I belonged to some Facebook group back when those were a thing, that was like "I am intrigued but horrified by Bellatrix Lestrange." Which is the truth. Because she is TERRIBLE, but also one of the best characters. She's Squeaky Fromme in the Manson Family. That is who she is. And I would kill to read about her years at Hogwarts, but SOMEONE ISN'T WRITING THAT APPARENTLY.

You know what's just the trickiest about this section? Is you feel so damn sorry for Barty Crouch, Jr. But no. He sucks. And is insane. And I mean, really, who wouldn't be after years in Azkaban. I think we should all be astonished Bellatrix is as well-adjusted as she is. Let's all hear it for Bellatrix, the witch who surely can reform someday. Surely.

Oh right, Cedric.


I'M REALLY SORRY. I am a cold and callous person. I think when I was 15, maybe I was sad about his death? But I don't remember this. It just happens so quickly! Death seems to happen out of nowhere a lot in Harry Potter, and I get that, JK, 'cause we frequently JUST DON'T KNOW, but it was so sudden and then it's just done, and I was never that into him anywayyyyy, so. Not really sad about him. Sad bout his dad, totally. Not so much him.

But oh, how happy I am that Fred and George got the prize money. And oh, how delighted I am that we're moving onto book 5. So much to talk about. I am excited.


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