âIt was Hermione. But she didnât look like Hermione at all. She had done something with her hair; it was no longer bushy but sleek and shiny and twisted up into an elegant knot at the back of her head. She was wearing robes made of a floaty, periwinkle-blue material, and she was holding herself differently, somehow â or maybe it was merely the absence of the twenty or so books she usually had slung over her back. She was also smiling â rather nervously, it was true â but the reduction in the size of her front teeth was more noticeable than ever; Harry couldnât understand how he hadnât spotted it before.âÂ
 âHarry Potter and the Goblet of Fire












