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ship for the first
time ie apart from wanting to win, harry found
that he had fewer nightmares wheired .
then, duriicularly wet and muddy practi,
wood gave the team a bit of bad news. hed just gry
with the weasleys, who kept dive-bombiher aending
to fall off their brooms.
”will you stop messing arouhats exactly
the sort of thing thatll lose us the matapes refereeing
this time, and hell be looking for ao knots
off gryffindor!”
gee weasley really did fall off his broom at these words.
”snapes refereeiered through a mouthful of
mud. ”whens he ever refereed a quidditch match? hes not going to
be fair if we might overtake slytherin.”
the rest of the team lae to plain, too.
”its not my fault,” said wood. ”weve just got to make sure
we play a game, so snape hasnt got ao pi us.”
which was all very well, thought harry, but he had another reason
for not wanting snape near him while he laying quidditch....
the rest of the team hung back to talk to oher as usual
at the end of practice, but harry headed straight back to the
gryffindor , where he found ron and hermione playing
chess. chess was the only thing hermio, something
harry and ron thought was very good for her.
”dont talk to me for a moment,” said ron when harry sat down
o him, ”i o --” he caught sight of harrys
face. ”whats the matter with you? you look terrible.”
speakihat no one else would hear, harry told the
other tes sudden, sio be a quidditch
referee.
”dont play,” said hermio once.
”say youre ill,” said ron.
”pretend to break y,” hermioed.
”really break y,” said ron.
”i t,” said harry. ”there isnt a reserve seeker. if i back
out, gryffindor t play at all.”
at that momeoppled into the . how he
had mao climb through the portrait hole was anyones guess,
because his legs had been stuck together with what they reized
at ohe leg-locker curse. he must have had to bunny hop all
the to gryffindor tower.
everyone fell except hermio up and
performed the terevilles legs sprang apart and he
got to his feet, trembling. ”ened?” hermione asked him,
leadi with harry and ron.
”malfoy,” said neville shakily. ”i met him outside the
library. he said hed been looking for someoi.”
”go to prall!” hermied
him!”
neville shook his head.
”i dont warouble,” he mumbled.
”youve got to stand up to him, neville!” said ron. ”hes used
to eople, but thats o lie down in
front of him a easier.”
”theres ell me im o be in
gryffindor, malfoys already do,” neville choked out.
harry felt i of his robes a a chocolate
frog, the very last ohe box hermione had given him for
christmas. he gave it to neville, who looked as though he might cry.
”youre worth twelve of malfoy,” harry said. ”the s
hat chose yryffindor, didnt it? and wheres malfoy? in
stinking slytherin.”
nevilles lips twit a weak smile as he uhe frog.
”thanks, harry... i think ill go to bed.... dyou want the card,
you collect them, dont you?”
as neville walked away, harry looked at the famous wizard card.
”dumbledain,” he said, ”he was the first one i ever-”
he gasped. he stared at the back of the he looked
up at ron and hermione.
”ive found him!” he whispered. ”ive fouold you