No romance de fontes , Harry estava profundamente preocupado que seu melhor amigo não seria o escolhido. Ele já havia tentado limpar o estádio para ficar sob menos pressão. Quando chegou a hora, no entanto, Ron simplesmente salvou mais gols, fazendo dele a escolha óbvia .
‘No,’ said Harry. ‘You’ve had your go. You saved four. Ron saved five. Ron’s Keeper, he won it fair and square. Get out of my way.’
Harry aparentemente não percebeu que McLaggen havia sido enfeitiçado até mais tarde, quando já era tarde demais para fazer algo a respeito, o que, depois da birra de McLaggen, ele não estava inclinado a fazer de qualquer maneira.
‘I was better than that McLaggen anyway,’ said Ron in a highly satisfied voice. ‘Did you see him lumbering off in the wrong direction on his fifth? Looked like he’d been Confunded …’
To Harry’s surprise, Hermione turned a very deep shade of pink at these words. Ron noticed nothing; he was too busy describing each of his other penalties in loving detail.
No filme, a conduta de Harry era muito mais inapropriada. Ele estava ciente do comportamento de Hermione, mas optou por fechar os olhos para isso simplesmente porque gostava mais de Ron e estava torcendo para que ele fosse escolhido.
Hermione, face buried in her fingers, MUTTERS SOMETHING. Cormac, at the last moment, inexplicably rolls his broom to the right and the Quaffle sails over his shoulder. Ron, zig-zagging crazily, nearly falls off, rights himself in a panic, and deflects Ginny’s Quaffle... with his forehead. As a few partisan CHEERS erupt from the stands, Harry grins, then has to restrain himself. Hermione opens her eyes slowly.
... [later]
HARRY: Yeah. I suppose I could’ve just used, I dunno... a Confundus charm?
HERMIONE: (caught) That was different. It was tryouts. This was an actual match --