CHAPTER TWELVE “S’pose not. . . .” Harry rolled over in bed, a series of dazzling new pictures form- ing 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. ‘ 192 ‘