Gelesen: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (J. K. Rowling, 2000)
abgelegt unter: MedialesDa ich im Hotel keinen Fernseher hatte und außerdem immer ein Buch im Rucksack bin ich mit dem Harry Potter Marathon im Urlaub gut vorangekommen :-) Band 4 ist, glaube ich, mein Lieblingsband der Reihe. Da passte einfach alles. Es passiert so viel und vor allem so viel unterschiedliches. Unterhaltsames wie der Quidditch World Cup, Erschreckendes wie das Dark Mark in der Nacht. Aufregendes und Spannenendes mit dem Triwizard Tournament. Schüler von anderen Schulen und aus anderen Ländern mit einzubauen war eine super Idee und der running Gag mit Rons Autogramm Wunsch war einfach auch zu witzig. Düster wird es natürlich am Ende und das ist auch wirklich der Wendepunkt für die grundlegende Stimmung der ganzen Geschichte. Ich lese ja gerade Band 5 und bin doch wieder geschockt darüber wie das Ministerium reagiert und überhaupt...
Seltsamerweise berührt mir einiges nun beim zweiten Mal doch noch mehr als beim ersten Mal, aber das liegt sicher auch daran, dass ich weiß, was noch alles passiert. Als zum Beispiel die letzten Opfer von Voldemort Harry dann beistehen... ach, war das traurig.
So beginnt die Geschichte...
The villagers of Little Hangleton still called it "the Riddle House", even though it had been many years since the Riddle family had lived there. It stood on a hill overlooking the village, some of its windows boarded, tiles missing from its roof, and ivy spreading unchecked over its face. Once a fine-looking manor, and easily the largest and grandest building for miles around, the Riddle House was now damp, derelict and unoccupied.
The Little Hangletons all agreed that the old house was "creepy". Half a century ago, something strange and horrible had happened there, something that the older inhabitants of the village still liked to discuss when topics for gossip were scarce. The story had been picked over so many times, and had embroidered in so many places, that nobody was quite sure, what was the truth anymore.
...und so beginnt Seite 98:
[...to] prevent them using some of their best moves; twice they were forced to scatter, and then, finally Ivanova managed to break through their ranks, dodge the Keeper, Ryan, and score Bulgaria's first goal.
'"Fingers in your ears!" bellowed Mr. Weasley, as the Veela started to dance in celebration. Harry screwed up his eyes, too; he wanted to keep his mind on the game. After a few seconds, he chanced a glance at the pitch. The Veela had stopped dancing, and Bulgaria were again in possession of the Quaffle.
"Dimitrov! Levski! Dimitrov! Ivanova - oh, I say!" roared Bagman.
Seltsamerweise berührt mir einiges nun beim zweiten Mal doch noch mehr als beim ersten Mal, aber das liegt sicher auch daran, dass ich weiß, was noch alles passiert. Als zum Beispiel die letzten Opfer von Voldemort Harry dann beistehen... ach, war das traurig.
So beginnt die Geschichte...
The villagers of Little Hangleton still called it "the Riddle House", even though it had been many years since the Riddle family had lived there. It stood on a hill overlooking the village, some of its windows boarded, tiles missing from its roof, and ivy spreading unchecked over its face. Once a fine-looking manor, and easily the largest and grandest building for miles around, the Riddle House was now damp, derelict and unoccupied.
The Little Hangletons all agreed that the old house was "creepy". Half a century ago, something strange and horrible had happened there, something that the older inhabitants of the village still liked to discuss when topics for gossip were scarce. The story had been picked over so many times, and had embroidered in so many places, that nobody was quite sure, what was the truth anymore.
...und so beginnt Seite 98:
[...to] prevent them using some of their best moves; twice they were forced to scatter, and then, finally Ivanova managed to break through their ranks, dodge the Keeper, Ryan, and score Bulgaria's first goal.
'"Fingers in your ears!" bellowed Mr. Weasley, as the Veela started to dance in celebration. Harry screwed up his eyes, too; he wanted to keep his mind on the game. After a few seconds, he chanced a glance at the pitch. The Veela had stopped dancing, and Bulgaria were again in possession of the Quaffle.
"Dimitrov! Levski! Dimitrov! Ivanova - oh, I say!" roared Bagman.
Mo, 24.09.07, 20:30 Uhr
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