sudden, frightening lurch. for a split sed, he thought he was
going to fall. he gripped the broom tightly with both his hands
and knees. hed hi.
it happened again. it was as though the br to buck
him off. but nimbus two thousands did not suddeo buck
their riders off. harry tried to turn back tryffindor
goal- posts -- he had half a mind to ask wood to call time-out
-- and thehat his broom letely out of his
trol. he t turn it. he t direct it at all. it was
zigzagging through the air, and every now and then maki
swishi almost ued him.
lee was still entating.
”slytherin in possession -- flint with the quaffle -- passes
spi -- passes bell -- hit hard in the face by a bludger, hope
it broke his nose -- only joking, professor -- slytherins score --
a no...
the slytherins were g. o have noticed
that harrys broom was behavi was g- him
slowly higher, away from the game, jerking and twitg as it went.
”dunno what harry thinks hes doing,” hagrid mumbled. he stared
through his binoculars. ”if i didn ker, id say hed lost
trol of his broom... but he t have....”
suddenly, people were pointing up at harry all over the
stands. his broom had started to roll over ah him only
just managing to hold ohe whasped. harrys broom
had given a wild jerk and harry swung off it. he was now dangling
from it, holding on with only one hand.
”did somethi when flint blocked him?” seamus
whispered.
”t have,” hagrid said, his voig. ”t nothing
ih a broomstick except powerful dark magio kid
could do that to a nimbus two thousand.”
at these words, hermione seized hagrids binoculars, but instead
of looking up at harry, she started looking frantically at the crowd.
”what are you doing?” mray-faced.
”i k,” hermione gasped, ”snape -- look.”
rohe binoape was in the middle of the
stands oppo