the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched madam
hoochs lips.
”e back, boy!” she shouted, but neville was rising straight up
like a cork shot out of a bottle -- twelve feet -- twe. harry
saw his scared white face look down at the ground falling away,
sa sideways off the broom and --
wham -- a thud and a nasty d neville lay fa
the grass in a heap. his broomstick was still rising higher and
higher, ao drift lazily toward the forbidde
and out of sight.
madam hooding over neville, her face as white as his.
”broken wrist,” harry heard her mutter. ”e on, boy -- its
all right, up you get.”.
she tur of the class.
”none of you is to move while i take this boy to the hospital
wihose brooms where they are or youll be out of
hogwarts before you say quidditch. e on, dear.”
neville, his face tear-streaked, g his wrist, hobbled
off with madam hooch, who had her arm around him.
hey out of earshot than malfoy burst into
laughter.
”did you see his face, the great lump?”
the other slytherins joined in.
”shut up, malfoy,” si patil.
”ooh, stig up fbottom?” said pansy parkinson, a
hard-faced slytherin girl. ” youd like fat little
crybabies, parvati.”
”look!” said malf forward and snatething out
of the grass. ”its that stupid thing longbottoms gra him.”
the remembrall glittered in the su up.
”give that here, malfoy,” said harry quietly. everyoopped
talking to watch.
malfoy smiled nastily.
”i think ill leave it somewhere fbottom to find --
how about -- up a tree?”
”give it here!” harry yelled, but malfoy had leapt onto
his broomstid taken off. he hadnt been lying, he could fly
well. h level with the topmost bran oak he cal