dropped the
quaffle, too busy looking over his shoulder at the flash of gold
that had passed his left ear.
harry saw it. i rush of ext he dived downward
after the streak of gold. slytherierence higgs had seen it,
too. neeck they hurtled toward the snitch -all the chasers
seemed totten what they were supposed to be doing as
they hung in midair to watch.
harry was faster than higgs -- he could see the little round
ball, wings fluttering, darting up ahead - - he put ora
spurt of speed --
wham! a re e the gryffindors below --
mart had blocked harry on purpose, and harrys broom spun
off course, harry holding on for dear life.
”foul!” screamed the gryffindors.
madam hooch spoke angrily to flint and then ordered a free
shot at the goal pryffindor. but in all the ,
olden snitch had disappeared from sight again.
dowahomas was yelling, ”send him off,
ref! red card!”
”what are you talking about, dean?” said ron.
”red card!” said dean furiously. ”i shown the
red d youre out of the game!”
”but this isnt so,” ron reminded him.
hagrid, however, was on deans side.
”they oughta ge the rules. flint ocked harry outta
the air.”
lee jordan was finding it diffiot to take sides.
”so -- after that obvious and disgusting bit of g
”jrowled prall.
”i mea foul
jordan, im warning you --”
”all right, all right. flint nearly kills the gryffindor seeker,
which could happen to anyone, im sure, so a penalty to gryffindor,
taken by spinner, who puts it away, no trouble, ainue play,
gryffindor still in possession.”
it was as harry dodged aner, whit spinning
dangerously past his head, that it happened. his broom gave a