t year.”
”shut up, you two,” said wood. ”this is the best team
gryffindors had in years. were going to win. i know it.”
he glared at them all as if to say, ”or else.”
”right. its time. good luck, all of you.”
harry fee out of the lo and,
hoping his k going to give way, walked onto the field
to loud cheers.
madam h. she stood in the middle of the
field waitieams, her broom in her hand.
”now, i want a nice fair game, all of you,” she said, ohey
were all gathered around her. harry she seemed to
be speaking particularly to the slytherin , mart,
a sixth year. harry thought flint looked as if he had some troll
blood in him. out of the er of his eye he saw the fluttering
banner high above, flashing potter for presidehe crowd. his
heart skipped. he felt braver.
”mount your brooms, please.”
harry clambered onto his nimbus two thousand.
madam hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle.
fifteen brooms rose up, high, high ihey were
off. ”and the quaffle is takeely by angelina johnson of
gryffindor -- what a chaser that girl is, and rather
attractive, too --”
”jordan!”
”sorry, professor.”
the weasley twins friend, lee jordan, was doiary
for the match, closely watched by prall.
”and shes really belting along up there, a o alicia
spi, a good find of oliver woods, last year only a reserve --
bason and -- herihe quaffle,
slytherin mart gains the quaffle and off he goes --
flint flying like ahere -- hes going to so, stopped
by a move by gryffindor keeper wood and the gryffindors
take the quaffle -- thats chaser katie bell of gryffindor there,
nice dive around flint, off up the field and -- ouch -- that must
have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a bludger -- quaffle taken
by the slytherins -- thats adrian pucey speeding oal