/> salfoy quickly dropped the remembrall ba the
table.
”just looking,” he said, and he sloped away with d
goyle behind him.
at three-thirty that afternoon, harry, roher
gryffindors hurried doweps onto the grounds for their
first flyi was a clear, breezy day, and the grass
rippled u as they mar the sloping lawns
toward a smooth, flat lawe side of the grounds to the
forbidde, whose trees were swaying darkly iance.
the slytherins were already there, ay broomsticks
lyi lihe ground. harry had heard fred and gee
lain about the ss, saying that some of them
started to vibrate if you flew too high, or always flew slightly
to the left.
their teacher, madam hooch, arrived. she had shray hair,
and yellow eyes like a hawk.
”well, what are you all waiting for?” she barked. ”everyone
stand by a broomstie on, hurry up.”
harry gla his broom. it was old ahe
twigs stuck out at odd angles.
”stick ht hand over your broom,” called madam hooch
at the front, ”and say up!”
”upf everyoed.
harrys broom jumped into his ha was one
of the few that did. hermiers had simply rolled over
on the ground, and nevilles hadnt moved at all. perhaps brooms,
like horses, could tell when you were afraid, thought harry; there
was a quaver in nevilles voice that said only too clearly that he
wao keep his feet on the ground.
madam hoo showed them how to mount their brooms without
sliding off the end, and and down the r
their grips. harry and rhted wheold malfoy hed
been d for years.
”now, when i blow my whistle, you ki the ground,
hard,” said madam hooch. ”keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet,
araight ba by leaning fhtly. on
my whistle -- three -- two --”
but neville, nervous and jumpy and frighte on