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site them. he had his eyes fixed on harry and was
muttering nonstop under his breath.
”hes doihing -- jinxing the broom,” said hermione.
”what should we do?”
”leave it to me.”
before ron could say another word, hermione had disappeared. ron
turhe binoculars ba harry. his broom was vibrating so
hard, it ossible for him to hang on muger. the
as og, terrified, as the weasleys
flew up to try and pull harry safely oheir brooms, but
it was no good -- every time they got he broom would
jump higher still. they dropped lower ah him,
obviously hoping to catch him if he fell. marcus
flihe quaffle aimes without anyone
notig.
”ione,” ron muttered desperately.
hermione had fought her way across to the stand e
stood, and was n along the row behind him; she didnt even
stop to say sorry as she knocked professor quirrell headfirst into
the row in fr snape, she crou, pulled out her
ered a few, well- wht blue flames
shot from her wand onto the hem of snapes robes.
it took perhaps thirty seds for shat he was
on fire. a suddeold her she had done her job. sg the
fire off him into a little jar i, she scrambled back
along the roe would never knoened.
it was enough. up in the air, harry was suddeo clamber
ba to his broom.
”neville, you look!” ron said. neville had been sobbing
into hagrids jacket for the last five minutes.
harry eeding trouhe crowd saw him
clap his hand to his mouth as though he was about to be sick --
he hit the field on all fhed -- ahing gold fell
into his hand.
”ive got the sed, waving it above his head,
and the game ended ie .
”he didnt catch it, he nearly swallowed it,” flint was still
howlies later, but it made no difference -- harry
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