d ever see him alive again. this wasnt what youd
f. harry hardly heard a word of woods pep talk as he
pulled on his quidditch robes and picked up his nimbus two thousand.
ron and hermione, meanwhile, had fouhe stands
o neville, who t uand why they looked so
grim and worried, or why they had bht their wands to the
match. little did harry know that ron and hermioly
prag the leg-locker curse. theyd gotten the idea from malfoy
using it on neville, ao use it on snape if he showed
any sign of wanting to hurt harry.
”now, dont fet, its loortis,” hermioered
as ron slipped his his sleeve.
”i know,” ron snapped. ”dont nag.”
ba the lo, wood had taken harry aside.
”dont ressure you, potter, but if we ever need an
early capture of the snitch its now. finish the game before snape
favor hufflepuff too much.”
”the whole schools out there!” said fred eering out
of the door. ”even -- blimey -- dumbledores e to watch!”
harrys heart did a somersault.
”dumbledore?” he said, dashio make sure. fred
was right. there was no mistaking that silver beard.
harry could have laughed out loud with relief he was safe. there
ly no e would dare to try to hurt him if
dumbledore was watg.
perhaps that was e was looking so angry as the teams
marto the field, something that rooo.
”ive never seen snape look so meaold hermione. ”look
-theyre off ouch!”
someone had poked ron in the back of the head. it was malfoy.
”oh, sorry, weasley, didhere.”
malfoy grinned broadly at d goyle.
”w poing to stay on his broom this
time? a a bet? what about you, weasley?”
ron didnt anse had just awarded hufflepuff a penalty
because gee weasley had hit a bludger at him. hermione, who had
all her fingers her lap, was squi harry,