or this?
harry didnt sleep all night. he could hear neville sobbing
into his pillow for what seemed like hours. harry t think
of anything to say to . he knew neville, like himself,
was dreading the daould happe of gryffindor
found out what theyd done?
at first, gryffind the giant hlasses that recorded
the house poihought thered been a mistake. how
could they suddenly have a hundred and fifty poihan
yesterday? aory started to spread: harry potter, the
famous harry potter, their hero of two quidditch matches, had lo st
them all those points, him and a couple of other stupid first years.
from beihe most popular and admired people at the
school, harry was suddeed. even ravend
hufflepuffs turned on him, because everyone had been longing to
see slytherihe house cup. everywhere harry went, people
pointed and didnt trouble to lower their voices as they insulted
him. slytheriher hand, clapped as he ast them,
whistlihanks potter, we owe you one!”
only ron stood by him.
”theyll all fet this in a few weeks. fred and gee have
lost loads of points iheyve been here, and people
still like them.”
”theyve a hundred and fifty points in one go,
though, have they?” said harry miserably.
”well -- no,” ron admitted.
it was a bit late to repair the damage, but harry swore to
himself hings that werent his business from
now on. hed had it with sneaking around and spyi so
ashamed of himself that he went to wood an from
the quidditch team.
”resign?” wood thu goodll that do? how are we
goi any points back if we t win at quidditch?”
but even quidditch had lost its fuhe team
wouldnt speak t prad if they had to speak
about him, they called him ”the seeker.”
hermione and neville were suffering, too. they didnt have as