s hand.
the sta had to be a reo one could ever
remember the snitg caught so quickly.
”ron! ron! where are you? the games over! harrys won! weve
won! gryffindor is in the lead!” shrieked hermione, dand
dow and hugging parvati patil in the row in front.
harry jumped off his broom, a fround. he t
believe it. hed dohe game was over; it had barely lasted
five minutes. as gryffindors came spilling onto the field, he saw
snape land nearby, white-fad tight-lipped -- the
a hand on his shoulder ao dumbledores smiling face.
”well done,” said dumbledore quietly, so that only harry
could hear. ”o see you havent been brooding about that
mirror... been keeping busy... ext...”
sterly on the ground.
harry left the lo aloer, to take his
nimbus two thousand back to the broomshed. he t ever remember
feeling happier. hed really doo be proud of now -- no
one could say he was just a famous name ahe evening air had
never smelled so sweet. he walked over the damp grass, reliving the
last hour in his head, y blur: gryffind
to lift him onto their shoulders; ron and hermioance,
jumping up and dowhrough a heavy nosebleed.
harry had reached the shed. he lea the wooden door and
looked up at hogindows glowihe setting
sun. gryffindor in the lead. hed do, hed shoe....
and speaking of snape...
a hooded figure came swiftly doweps of the
castle. ot wanti walked as fast as possible
toward the forbidde. harrys victory faded from his mind
as he watched. he reized the figures proe,
so the forest while everyo dinner --
what was going on?
harry jumped babus two thousand and took
off. glidily over the castle he sae e
at a run. he followed.
the trees were so thick he t see e had gone. he
flew in circles, lower and l the top brarees