posts, but hes blocked by a sed bludger -- sent his way by fred
e weasley, t tell whiice play by the gryffindor
beater, anyway, and johnson ba possession of the quaffle, a
clear field ahead and off she goes -- shes really flying -- dodges
a speedihe goal posts are ahead -- e on, now,
angelichley dives -- misses -- gryffindors score!”
gryffindor cheers filled the cold air, with howls and moans
from the slytherins.
”budge up there, move along.”
”hagrid!”
ron and hermioher to give hagrid enough space
to join them.
”bin wat from me hut,” said hagrid, patting a large pair
of binoculars arou it isnt the same as bein
in the o sigch yet, eh?”
”nope,” said ron. ”harry hasnt had much to do yet.”
”kept outta trouble, though, thats somethin,” said hagrid,
raising his binod peering skyeck that
was harry.
above them, harry was glidihe game, squinting
abch. this art of his and woods
game plan.
”keep out of the way until you catch sight of the snitch,”
wood had said. ”we dont want you attacked before you have to be.”
when angelina had scored, harry had done a couple of
loop-the-loops to let off his feelings. now he was back t
arouce he caught sight of a flash of gold, but
it was just a refle ohe weasleys wristwatches,
and once a bludger dee pelting his way, more like a
ball than anything, but harry dodged it and fred weasley came
g after it.
”all right there, harry?” he had time to yell, as he beat the
bludger furiously toward mart.
”slytherin in possession,” lee jordan was saying, ”chaser pucey
ducks two bludgers, two weasleys, and chaser bell, aoward
the -- wait a moment -- was that the snitch?”
a murmur ran through the croucey