ship for the first
time ie apart from wanting to win, harry found
that he had fewer nightmares wheired .
then, duriicularly wet and muddy practi,
wood gave the team a bit of bad news. hed just gry
with the weasleys, who kept dive-bombiher aending
to fall off their brooms.
”will you stop messing arouhats exactly
the sort of thing thatll lose us the matapes refereeing
this time, and hell be looking for ao knots
off gryffindor!”
gee weasley really did fall off his broom at these words.
”snapes refereeiered through a mouthful of
mud. ”whens he ever refereed a quidditch match? hes not going to
be fair if we might overtake slytherin.”
the rest of the team lae to plain, too.
”its not my fault,” said wood. ”weve just got to make sure
we play a game, so snape hasnt got ao pi us.”
which was all very well, thought harry, but he had another reason
for not wanting snape near him while he laying quidditch....
the rest of the team hung back to talk to oher as usual
at the end of practice, but harry headed straight back to the
gryffindor , where he found ron and hermione playing
chess. chess was the only thing hermio, something
harry and ron thought was very good for her.
”dont talk to me for a moment,” said ron when harry sat down
o him, ”i o --” he caught sight of harrys
face. ”whats the matter with you? you look terrible.”
speakihat no one else would hear, harry told the
other tes sudden, sio be a quidditch
referee.
”dont play,” said hermio once.
”say youre ill,” said ron.
”pretend to break y,” hermioed.
”really break y,” said ron.
”i t,” said harry. ”there isnt a reserve seeker. if i back