For a fleeting second, Harry had a strange desire to join the Ravenclaw table too.
His last fleeting glimpse of the living room was of Mr. Weasley blasting a third ornament out of Uncle Vernon’s hand with his wand, Aunt Petunia screaming and lying on top of Dudley, and Dudley’s tongue lolling around like a great slimy python.
For a fleeting instant, Harry thought he saw a gleam of something like triumph in Dumbledore’s eyes.
For a fleeting second he thought of the knife Sirius had bought him for Christmas — locked in his trunk in the castle a quarter of a mile away, no use to him whatsoever.
Fleetingly, and for the first time since he’d found himself champion, he saw again that image of himself, raising the Triwizard Cup in front of the rest of the school……. He met nothing for ten minutes, but kept running into dead ends.