Great dragons. Christchurch cloister never looked so romantic. Emma Watson's dress is fantastic, and she's not half bad herself.
And yet, it's still a prep-school Percival. Surely, Fleur Delacour's goal should be her particular friend, not her kid sister, if only for symmetry with Harry and Ron. Perhaps they thought they Americans would blush. They probably would.
There's a magic combat plot and a romantic subplot, and this romance beats the brooms any day of the week. I'm much more interested in learning whom Miss Granger chooses than in finding out how you-know-who gets his you-know-what.