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led,
”e ater!”
harry grabbed his broom.
”no!” shranger. ”madam hooch told us not to
move -- youll get us all into trouble.”
harry ignored her. blood ounding in his ears. he mouhe
broom and kicked hard against the ground and up, up he soared; air
rushed through his hair, and his robes whipped out behind him -and
in a rush of fierce joy he realized hed fouhing he could do
without being taught -- this was easy, this was wonderful. he pulled
his broomstick up a little to take it even higher, and heard screams
and gasps of girls ba the ground and an admiring whoop from ron.
he turned his broomstick sharply to faidair. malfoy
looked stunned.
”give it here,” harry called, ”or ill knock you off that
broom!” ”oh, yeah?” said malf to s looking
worried.
harry k to do. he leaned frasped
the broom tightly in both hands, and it shot toward malfay like a
javelin. malfoy only just got out of the way in time; harry made
a sharp about-fad held the broom steady. a few people below
ing.
”no d goyle up here to save your neck, malfoy,”
harry called.
the same thought seemed to have struck malfoy.
”catch it if you !” he shouted, ahe glass
ball high into the air around.
harry saw, as though in slow motion, the ball rise up in the
air ao fall. he leaned forointed his
broom handle dow sed he was gatherieep
dive, rag the ball -- wind whistled in his ears, mih
the screams of people watg -- he stretched out his hand -- a
frou it, just io pull his broom
straight, aoppled gently onto the grass with the remembrall
clutched safely in his fist.
”harry potter!”
his heart sahan hed just dived. prall
was running toward them. he got to his feet, trembling.
”never -- in all my time at hogwarts --”
prall eechless with shod her
glasses flashed furiously, ”-- how dare you -- might have broken
your neck --”
”it wasnt his fault, professor --”
”be quiet, miss patil
”but malfoy --”
”thats enough, mr. otter, follow me, now.”
harry caught sight of malfoy, d goyles triumphant
faces as he left, walking numbly in pralls wake as
she strode toward the castle. he was going to be expelled, he just
ko say something to defehere
seemed to be something wrong with his voiagall
ing along without even looking at him; he had to jog to
keep up. now hed do. he haded two weeks. hed
be pag his bags ies. what would the dursleys say
whehe doorstep?
up the frohe marble stairside, and still
prall didnt say a word to him. she wren
doors and marg corridors with harry trotting miserably
behind her. maybe she was taking him to dumbledore. he thought of
hagrid, expelled but allowed to stay on as gamekeeper. perhaps he
could be hagrids assistant. his stomach twisted as he imagined
it, wat ahers being wizards, while he stumped
around the grrids bag.
prall stopped outside a . she opened
the door and poked her head inside.
”excuse me, professor flitwick, could i borrow wood for
a moment?”
wood? thought harry, bewildered; was wood a e she was going
to use on him?
but wood turo be a person, a burly fifth-year boy who
came out of flitwicles class looking fused.
”follow me, you trall, and they
mar up the corridor, wood looking curiously at harry.
”in here.”
prall poio a that ty
except for peeves, riting rude words on the blackboard.
”out, peeves!” she barked. peeves threw the to a
bin, whiged loudly,