ptied earlier that same day. hagrid had emptied vault
sevehirteen, if you could call it emptying, taking
out that grubby little package. had that beehieves were
looking for?
as harry and roo the castle for diheir
pockets weighed down with rock cakes theyd been too polite to
refuse, harry thought that he lessons hed had so far had
given him as muk about as tea with hagrid. had hagrid
collected that package just in time? ? and did
hagrid khing about s he didnt want to tell harry?
ine
the midnight duel
harry had never believed he would meet a boy he hated more than
dudley, but that was before he met draalfoy. still, first-year
gryffindors only had potions with the slytherins, so they didnt
have to put up with malfoy much. or at least, they didnt until
they spotted a notied up in the gryffindor that
made them all groan. flying lessons would be starting on thursday --
and gryffindor and slytherin would be learher.
”typical,” said harry darkly. ”just ao
make a fool of myself on a broomstialfoy.”
he had been looking forward t to fly more than
anything else.
”you dont know that youll make a fool of yourself,” said ron
reasonably. ”anyway, i know malfoys always going on about how good
he is at quidditch, but i bet thats all talk.”
malfay ly did talk about flying a lot. he plained
loudly about first years ing on the house quidditch teams
and told long, boastful stories that always seemed to end with him
narroing muggles iers. he wasnt the only one,
though: the way seamus finnigan told it, hed spent most of his
ing arouryside on his broomsti
ron would tell anyone whod listen about the time hed almost hit a
hang glider on charlies old broom. everyone fr families
talked about quiddittly. ron had already had a big argument
with dean thomas, who shared their dormitory, about so