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d ever see him alive again. this wasnt what youd

f. harry hardly heard a word of woods pep talk as he

pulled on his quidditch robes and picked up his nimbus two thousand.

ron and hermione, meanwhile, had fouhe stands

o neville, who t uand why they looked so

grim and worried, or why they had bht their wands to the

match. little did harry know that ron and hermioly

prag the leg-locker curse. theyd gotten the idea from malfoy

using it on neville, ao use it on snape if he showed

any sign of wanting to hurt harry.

”now, dont fet, its loortis,” hermioered

as ron slipped his his sleeve.

”i know,” ron snapped. ”dont nag.”

ba the lo, wood had taken harry aside.

”dont ressure you, potter, but if we ever need an

early capture of the snitch its now. finish the game before snape

favor hufflepuff too much.”

”the whole schools out there!” said fred eering out

of the door. ”even -- blimey -- dumbledores e to watch!”

harrys heart did a somersault.

”dumbledore?” he said, dashio make sure. fred

was right. there was no mistaking that silver beard.

harry could have laughed out loud with relief he was safe. there

ly no e would dare to try to hurt him if

dumbledore was watg.

perhaps that was e was looking so angry as the teams

marto the field, something that rooo.

”ive never seen snape look so meaold hermione. ”look

-theyre off ouch!”

someone had poked ron in the back of the head. it was malfoy.

”oh, sorry, weasley, didhere.”

malfoy grinned broadly at d goyle.

”w poing to stay on his broom this

time? a a bet? what about you, weasley?”

ron didnt anse had just awarded hufflepuff a penalty

because gee weasley had hit a bludger at him. hermione, who had

all her fingers her lap, was squi harry,

wh the game like a hawk, lookich.

”you know how i think they choose peryffindor

team?” said malfoy loudly a few mier, as snape awarded

hufflepuff ay for all. ”its people

they feel sorry for. see, theres potter, whos got s,

thehe weasleys, whove got no money -- you should be on

the team, longbottom, youve got no brains.”

red but turned io face malfoy.

”im worth twelve of you, malfoy,” he stammered.

malfoy, d goyle howled with laughter, but ron, still

n to take his eyes from the game, said, ”you tell him,

neville.”

”longbottom, if brains were gold youd be poorer than weasley,

and thats sayihing.”

rons nerves were already stretched t point with

a harry.

”im warning you, malfoy -- one more word

”ron!” said hermione suddenly, ”harry --”

”what? where?”

harry had suddeo a spectacular dive, which dres

ahe ioood up, her crossed fingers

ih, as harry streaked trou.

”youre in luck, otters obviously spotted some money

on the ground!” said malfoy.

ron snapped. before malfoy k ening, ron was

on top him to the ground. ed,

thehe back of his seat to help.

”e on, harry!” hermione screamed, leapio

watch as harry sped straight at snape -- she didice

malfoy and r around u, or the sd

yelps the whirl of fists that was neville, crabbe,

and goyle.

up in the air, surned on his broomsti time

to see somethi past him, missing him by inches --

the sed, harry had pulled out of the dive, his arm raised

in triumph, the snitch hi