"S’pose not..."
   Harry rolled over in bed, a series of dazzling new pictures forming in his mind’s eye... He had hoodwinked the impartial judge into believing he was seventeen... he had become Hogwarts champion... he was standing on the grounds, his arms raised in triumph in front of the whole school, all of whom were applauding and screaming. . . he had just won the Triwizard Tournament. Cho’s face stood out particularly clearly in the blurred crowd, her face glowing with admiration....
   Harry grinned into his pillow, exceptionally glad that Ron couldn’t see what he could.

"Asi nie..."
   Harry sa prehadzoval na posteli a v mysli sa mu premietali omamné scény... Oklamal nestranného sudcu, že má 17... je Rokfortským reprezentantom... stojí s triumfálne vztýčenými rukami pred celou školou za všeobecného potlesku a výkrikov... práve vyhral Trojčarodejnícky turnaj. V rozmazanom dave sa jasne črtá tvár Čcho a žiari obdivom...
   Harry sa uškrnul do vankúša, obzvlášť spokojný, že Ron nevidel čo sa mu zdalo.