ith the quaffle. okay, got
that. so what are they for?” he poihe three balls left
ihe box.
”ill shoood. ”take this.”
he handed harry a small club, a bit like a short baseball bat.
”im going to show you what the bludgers do,” wood said. ”these
two are the bludgers.”
he showed harry two identical balls, jet blad slightly
smaller than the red quaffle. harry hey seemed to be
straihe straps holding them ihe box.
”stand back,” wood warned harry. he bent down and freed one of
the bludgers.
at ohe black ball rose high in the air aed
straight at harrys face. harry swung at it with the bat to stop it
fr his nose, a zigzagging away into the air --
it zoomed around their heads a wood, who dived on
top of it ao pin it to the ground.
”see?” wood panted, f the struggling bludger bato the
d strapping it dowhe bludgers rod,
trying to kheir brooms. thats why you have two
beaters ohe weasley twins are ours -- its their
job to protect their side from the bludgers and try and knock them
toward the other team. so -- think youve got all that?”
”three chasers try ahe quaffle; the keeper guards
the goal posts; the beaters keep the bludgers away from their team,”
harry reeled off.
”very good,” said wood.
”er -- have the bludgers ever killed anyone?” harry asked,
hoping he sounded offhand.
” hogwarts. weve had a couple of broken jaws but
nothihat. member of the team is the
seeker. thats you. and you dont have to worry about the
quaffle or the bludgers uhey crack my head open.”
”dont worry, the weasleys are more than a match for the bludgers
-- i mean, theyre like a pair of humahemselves.”
wood reato the d took out the fourth and last