À quinze ans, Harry s'apprête à entrer en cinquième année à Poudlard. Et s'il est heureux de retrouver le monde des sorciers, il n'a jamais été aussi anxieux. L'adolescence, la perspective des examens importants en fin d'année et ces étranges ...
mportants en fin d'année et ces étranges cauchemars... Car Celui-Dont-On-Ne-Doit-Pas-Prononcer-Le-Nom est de retour et, plus que jamais, Harry sent peser sur lui une terrible menace. Une menace que le ministère de la Magie ne semble pas prendre au sérieux, contrairement à Dumbledore. Poudlard devient alors le terrain d'une véritable lutte de pouvoir. La résistance s'organise autour de Harry qui va devoir compter sur le courage et la fidélité de ses amis de toujours... D'une inventivité et d'une virtuosité rares, découvrez le cinquième tome de cette saga que son auteur a su hisser au rang de véritable phénomène littéraire.
I decided to read the whole saga in english after many years that I've finished it in italian.
Although years pass, and I became older, this saga remains my favourite at all!
I higly recommend this book!
Questo romanzo si riconferma uno dei miei preferiti della serie: emozionante in tutti i sensi, con scene tristi, allegre, divertenti, avvincenti… c’è di tutto!
Even Fred had said that Ron might yet make him and George proud, and that they were seriously considering admitting he was related to them, something they assured him they had been trying to deny for four years.
'Shall we get in, then?' said Ron uncertainly, looking at Harry as thoughworried about him.'Yeah,' said Harry. 'Yeah, go on ...''It's all right,' said a dreamy voice from beside Harry as Ron vanished into the coach's dark interior. 'You're not going'Shall we get in, then?' said Ron uncertainly, looking at Harry as though worried about him. 'Yeah,' said Harry. 'Yeah, go on ...' 'It's all right,' said a dreamy voice from beside Harry as Ron vanished into the coach's dark interior. 'You're not going mad or anything. I can see them, too.' 'Can you?' said Harry desperately, turning to Luna. He could see the bat-winged horses reflected in her wide silvery eyes. 'Oh, yes,' said Luna, 'I've been able to see them ever since my first day here. They've always pulled the carriages. Don't worry. You're just as sane as I am." Smiling faintly, she climbed into the musty interior of the carriage after Ron. Not altogether reassured, Harry followed her....Continua Nascondi
'...Ron, I'll have to get you more pyjamas, these are at least six inches too short, I can't believe how fast you're growing ... what colour would you like?''Get him red and gold to match his badge,' said George, smirking.'Match his what?' said Mrs'...Ron, I'll have to get you more pyjamas, these are at least six inches too short, I can't believe how fast you're growing ... what colour would you like?' 'Get him red and gold to match his badge,' said George, smirking. 'Match his what?' said Mrs Weasley absently, rolling up a pair of maroon socks and placing them on Ron's pile. 'His badge,' said Fred, with the air of getting the worst over quickly. 'His lovely shiny new prefect's badge.' Fred's words took a moment to penetrate Mrs Weasley's preoccupation with pyjamas. 'His ... but ... Ron, you're not ...?' Ron held up his badge. Mrs Weasley let out a shriek just like Hermione's. 'I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Oh, Ron, how wonderful! A prefect! That's everyone in the family!' 'What are Fred and I, next-door neighbours?' said George indignantly, as his mother pushed him aside and flung her arms around her youngest son....Continua Nascondi