wh the game like a hawk, lookich.
”you know how i think they choose peryffindor
team?” said malfoy loudly a few mier, as snape awarded
hufflepuff ay for all. ”its people
they feel sorry for. see, theres potter, whos got s,
thehe weasleys, whove got no money -- you should be on
the team, longbottom, youve got no brains.”
red but turned io face malfoy.
”im worth twelve of you, malfoy,” he stammered.
malfoy, d goyle howled with laughter, but ron, still
n to take his eyes from the game, said, ”you tell him,
neville.”
”longbottom, if brains were gold youd be poorer than weasley,
and thats sayihing.”
rons nerves were already stretched t point with
a harry.
”im warning you, malfoy -- one more word
”ron!” said hermione suddenly, ”harry --”
”what? where?”
harry had suddeo a spectacular dive, which dres
ahe ioood up, her crossed fingers
ih, as harry streaked trou.
”youre in luck, otters obviously spotted some money
on the ground!” said malfoy.
ron snapped. before malfoy k ening, ron was
on top him to the ground. ed,
thehe back of his seat to help.
”e on, harry!” hermione screamed, leapio
watch as harry sped straight at snape -- she didice
malfoy and r around u, or the sd
yelps the whirl of fists that was neville, crabbe,
and goyle.
up in the air, surned on his broomsti time
to see somethi past him, missing him by inches --
the sed, harry had pulled out of the dive, his arm raised
in triumph, the snitch hi