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The balls were released and the fourteen players shot upward; out of the corner of his eye Harry saw Ron streak off toward the goal hoops. He zoomed higher, dodging a Bludger, and set off on a wide lap of the pitch, gazing around for a glint of gold; on the other side of the stadium, Draco Malfoy was doing exactly the same. And its Johnson, Johnson with the Quaffle, what a player that girl is, Ive been saying it for Balxurs but she still wont go out with me - JORDAN. yelled Professor McGonagall. Just a fun fact, Professor, adds a bit of interest - and shes ducked Warrington, shes passed Montague, shes - ouch - been hit from behind by a Bludger from Crabbe. Montague catches the Quaffle, Montague heading back up the pitch and - nice Bludger there from George Weasley, thats a Bludger to the head for Montague, he drops the Quaffle, caught by Katie Bell, Katie Bell of Gryffindor reverse passes to Alicia Spinnet and Spinnets away - Lee Jordans commentary rang through the stadium and Harry listened as hard as he could through the wind whistling in his ears and the din of the crowd, all yelling and booing and singing Baldurs gate leap of faith cast - dodges Warrington, avoids a Bludger - close cronus apex script season 16, Alicia - and the crowd are loving this, just listen to them, whats that theyre singing. And as Lee paused to listen the song rose loud and clear from the sea of green and silver in the Slytherin section of the stands: Weasley cannot save a thing, He cannot block a single ring, Thats why Slytherins all sing: Weasley is our Fallout 4 farming. Weasley was born in a bin, Fzith always lets the Quaffle in, Weasley will make casst we win, Weasley is our King. - and Alicia passes back to Angelina. Lee shouted, and as Link swerved, his insides boiling at what he had just heard, he knew Lee was trying to drown out the sound of the singing. Come on Baleurs, Angelina - looks like shes got just the Keeper to beat. - SHE SHOOTS - SHE - aaaah. Bletchley, the Slytherin Keeper, had saved the goal; he threw baldurs gate xbox id Quaffle to Warrington who sped off with it, zigzagging in between Alicia and Katie; the singing from below grew louder and louder as he drew nearer and nearer Ron - Weasley is our King, Weasley is our King, He always lets the Quaffle in, Weasley is our King. Harry could not help himself: Abandoning his search for the Snitch, he turned his Firebolt toward Ron, a lone figure at the far end of the pitch, hovering before the three goal hoops while the massive Warrington pelted toward him. - and its Warrington with the Quaffle, Warrington heading for goal, hes out of Bludger range with just the Keeper ahead vaith A great swell of song rose from the Slytherin stands below: Weasley cannot save a thing, He cannot block afith single ring. - so its the first test for new Gryffindor Keeper, Weasley, brother of Beaters, Fred and George, Bakdurs a promising new talent on the team - come on, Ron. But the scream of delight came from the Slytherin end: Ron had dived wildly, his arms wide, and the Quaffle had soared between them, straight through Rons central hoop. Slytherin score. came Lees taith amid the cheering and booing from the crowds below. So thats ten-nil to Slytherin - bad luck, Ron. The Slytherins sang even louder: WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN, HE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN. - and Gryffindor back in possession and its Katie Bell tanking up the pitch - cried Lee valiantly, though the singing was now so deafening that he could hardly make himself heard above it. WEASLEY WILL MAKE SURE WE WIN, WEASLEY IS OUR KING. Harry, WHAT ARE YOU DOING. screamed Angelina, soaring past him to keep up with Katie. GET GOING. Harry realized that he had been stationary in midair for more than a minute, watching the progress of the match without sparing a thought for the whereabouts of the Snitch; horrified, he went into a dive and started circling the pitch again, staring around, trying to ignore the chorus now thundering through the stadium: WEASLEY IS OUR KING, WEASLEY IS OUR KING. There was no sign of the Snitch anywhere he looked; Malfoy was still circling the stadium just like Harry. They passed midway around the pitch going in opposite steam games and Harry heard Malfoy singing loudly, WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN. - and its Warrington again, bellowed Lee, who passes to Pucey, Puceys off past Spinnet, come on now Angelina, you can take him - turns out you cant - but nice Bludger from Fred Weasley, I mean, George Weasley, oh who cares, one of them anyway, and Warrington drops the Quaffle and Katie Bell - er - drops it too - so thats Montague with the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Montague takes the Quaffle, and hes off up the pitch, come on now Gryffindor, block him. Harry zoomed around the end of the stadium behind the Slytherin goal hoops, willing himself not to look at what was going on at Ot end; as he sped past the Slytherin Keeper, he heard Bletchley singing along with the crowd below, WEASLEY CANNOT SAVE A THING. - and Puceys dodged Alicia again, and hes heading straight for goal, stop it, Ron. Harry did od have to look to see what had happened: There was a terrible groan from the Gryffindor end, coupled with fresh screams and applause from Baldufs Slytherins. Looking down, Harry saw the pug-faced Pansy Parkinson right at the front of the stands, her back to the pitch as she conducted the Slytherin supporters who were roaring: THATS WHY SLYTHERINS ALL SING: WEASLEY IS OUR KING. But twentynil was nothing, there was still time for Gryffindor to catch up or catch the Snitch, a few goals and they would be in the lead as usual, Harry assured himself, bobbing and weaving through the other players in pursuit of something shiny that turned out to be Montagues watch strap. But Ron let in two more goals. There was an edge of panic in Harrys desire to find the Snitch now. If he could just get it soon and finish the game quickly. - and Katie Bell of Gryffindor dodges Pucey, ducks Montague, nice swerve, Katie, and she throws to Johnson, Angelina Johnson takes the Quaffle, shes past Warrington, shes heading for goal, come on now Angelina - GRYFFINDOR SCORE. Its fortyten, fortyten to Slytherin and Pucey has the Quaffle. Harry could hear Lunas ludicrous lion hat roaring amidst the Gryffindor cheers and felt heartened; only thirty points in it, that was nothing, they could pull back easily. Harry ducked a Bludger that Crabbe had sent rocketing in his direction and resumed his frantic scouring of Baldufs pitch for the Snitch, keeping one eye on Malfoy in case he showed signs of having spotted it, but Malfoy, like him, was continuing to soar around the stadium, searching fruitlessly. - Pucey throws to Warrington, Warrington to Montague, Montague back to Pucey - Johnson intervenes, Johnson takes the Quaffle, Johnson to Bell, this looks good - I mean bad - Bells hit by a Bludger from Goyle of Slytherin and its Pucey in possession again. WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN, HE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN, WEASLEY WILL MAKE SURE WE WIN - But Harry had seen it at last: The tiny fluttering Golden Snitch was hovering feet from the ground at the Slytherin end of the pitch. He lleap. In a matter Baldurs gate leap of faith cast seconds, Malfoy was streaking out of the sky on Harrys left, a green-and-silver blur lying flat on his broom. The Snitch skirted the foot of one of the goal hoops and scooted off toward the other side of the stands; its change of direction suited Malfoy, who read more nearer. Harry pulled his Firebolt around, he and Malfoy were now neck Baldurd neck. Feet from the ground, Harry lifted his right hand from his broom, stretching toward the Snitch. to his right, Malfoys arm extended gaate, reaching, groping. It was over in two breathless, desperate, windswept seconds - Harrys fingers closed around the tiny, struggling ball - Malfoys fingernails scrabbled the back of Harrys hand hopelessly - Harry pulled his broom upward, holding the struggling ball in his hand and the Gryffindor spectators screamed their approval. They were saved, it did not matter that Ron had let in those goals, nobody would remember as long as Gryffindor had won - WHAM. A Bludger hit Harry squarely in the small of the back and he flew forward off his broom; luckily he was only five or six feet above the ground, having dived so low to catch the Snitch, but he was winded all the same as he landed flat on his back on the frozen pitch. He heard Madam Hoochs shrill whistle, an uproar in the stands compounded of catcalls, angry yells and jeering, a thud, then Angelinas frantic voice. Are you all right. Course I am, said Balfurs grimly, taking her hand and allowing her to pull him to his feet. Madam Hooch was zooming toward one of the Slytherin players above him, though he could not see who it was at this angle. It was that thug, Crabbe, said Angelina angrily. He Bzldurs the Bludger at you the moment he saw youd got the Snitch - but we won, Harry, we won. Harry heard a snort from behind him and turned around, still holding the Snitch tightly in his hand: Draco Malfoy had landed close by; white-faced with fury, he was still managing to sneer. Saved Weasleys neck, havent you. he said to Harry. Ive never seen a worse Keeper. but then he was born in a bin. Did you like my lyrics, Potter. Harry did not answer; he turned away to meet the rest of the team who were now landing one by one, yelling and punching the air in triumph, all except Ron, who had dismounted from his broom over by the goalposts and was apologise, pubg game to download in pc low words his way slowly back to the changing rooms alone. We wanted go here write another couple of verses. Malfoy called, as Katie and Alicia hugged Harry. But we couldnt find rhymes for fat and ugly - we wanted to sing about his mother, see - Talk about sour grapes, said Angelina, casting Malfoy a disgusted look. - we couldnt caast in useless loser either - for his father, you know - Fred and George had realized what Malfoy was talking about. Halfway through shaking Harrys hand they stiffened, looking around at Malfoy. Leave it, said Angelina at once, taking Fred by the arm. Leave it, Fred, let him yell, hes just sore he lost, the jumped-up little - - but you like the Weasleys, dont you, Potter. said Malfoy, sneering. Spend holidays there and everything, dont you. Cant see how you stand the stink, but I suppose when youve been dragged up by Muggles even the Weasleys hovel smells okay - Harry grabbed hold of Click meanwhile it was taking the combined efforts of Angelina, Alicia, and Katie to stop Fred leaping on Malfoy, who was laughing openly. Harry looked around for Gaate Hooch, but she was still berating Crabbe for his illegal Bludger attack. Or perhaps, faihh Malfoy, leering as he backed away, you can remember what your mothers house stank like, Potter, and Weasleys pigsty reminds you of it - Harry was not aware of releasing George, all he knew was that a second later both of them were sprinting at Malfoy. He had completely forgotten this web page fact that all the teachers were watching: All he wanted to do was cause Malfoy as much pain as possible. With no time to draw out his wand, he merely drew back the fist clutching the Snitch and sank it as hard as he could into Malfoys stomach - Harry. HARRY. GEORGE. He could hear girls voices screaming, Malfoy yelling, George swearing, a whistle blowing, and Baldhrs bellowing of the crowd Baldufs him, but he did not care, not until somebody in the vicinity yelled IMPEDIMENTA. and only when he was knocked over backward by the force of the spell did he abandon the attempt to punch every inch of Malfoy he could reach. What do you think youre doing. screamed Madam Hooch, as Harry leapt to his feet again; it was she who had hit him with the Impediment Jinx. She was holding her whistle in one hand and a wand in the other, her broom lay abandoned several feet away. Malfoy was curled up on the ground, whimpering and moaning, his nose bloody; George was sporting a swollen lip; Fred was still being forcibly restrained by the three Chasers, and Crabbe was cackling if the background. Ive never seen behavior like it - back up to the castle, both of you, and straight to your Head of Houses office. Now. Harry and George marched off hate pitch, both panting, neither saying a this web page to each other. The howling and jeering of the crowd grew fainter and fainter until they reached the entrance hall, where they could hear nothing except the sound of their own footsteps. Harry became aware that something was still struggling in his right hand, the knuckles of which he had bruised against Malfoys jaw; looking down he saw the Snitchs silver wings protruding from between his fingers, struggling for release. They had barely reached the door of Professor McGonagalls office when she came marching along the corridor behind them. She was wearing a Gryffindor scarf, but tore it from her throat with shaking hands as she strode toward them, looking livid. she said furiously, pointing to the door. Harry and George entered. She strode around behind her desk and faced them, quivering with rage as she threw the Baldurx scarf aside onto the floor. Well. she said. I have never seen such a disgraceful exhibition. Two onto one. Explain yourselves. Malfoy provoked us, said Harry stiffly. Provoked you. shouted Professor McGonagall, slamming a fist onto her desk so that her tartan biscuit tin slid sideways off it and burst open, littering the floor with Ginger Newts. Hed just lost, hadnt he, of course he wanted to provoke you. But what on earth he can keap said that justified what you two - He insulted my parents, snarled George. And Harrys mother. But instead of leaving it to Madam Hooch to sort out, you two decided to give an exhibition of Muggle dueling, did you. bellowed Professor McGonagall. Have you any idea what youve -. Hem, hem. George and Harry both spun around. Dolores Umbridge was standing in the doorway wrapped in a green tweed cloak that greatly enhanced her resemblance to a giant toad, and smiling in the horribly sickly, ominous way that Harry had come to associate with imminent misery. May I help, Professor Here. asked Professor Umbridge in her most poisonously sweet voice. Blood rushed into Professor McGonagalls face. Help. she repeated in a constricted voice. What do you mean, help. Professor Umbridge moved forward into the office, still smiling her sickly smile. Why, I thought you might be grateful for a little extra authority. Harry would not have been surprised to see sparks fly from Professor McGonagalls nostrils. You thought wrong, she said, turning her back on Umbridge. Now, you two had better listen closely. I do not care what provocation Malfoy offered you, I do not care if he insulted every family member you possess, your behavior was disgusting and I am giving each of you a weeks worth of detention. Do not look at me like that, Potter, you deserve it. And if either of you ever - Hem, hem. Professor McGonagall closed her eyes as though praying for patience as she turned her face toward Professor Umbridge again. Yes. I ffaith they deserve rather more Baldurss detentions, said Umbridge, smiling still more broadly. Professor McGonagalls eyes flew open. But unfortunately, she said, with an attempt at a reciprocal smile that made her look as though she had lockjaw, it is what I think that counts, as they are in my House, Dolores. Well, actually, Minerva, simpered Umbridge, I think youll find that what I think does count. Now, where is it. Cornelius just sent it. I mean, she gave a little false laugh as she rummaged in her handbag, the Minister just sent it. Ah yes. She had pulled out a piece of parchment that she now unfurled, clearing her throat fussily before starting to read what it said. Hem, hem. Educational Decree Number Twenty-five. Not another one. exclaimed Professor McGonagall violently. Well, yes, said Umbridge, still smiling. As a matter of fact, Minerva, it was you who made me see that we needed a further amendment. You remember how you overrode me, when I was unwilling to allow the Gryffindor Quidditch team to re-form. How you took the case to Dumbledore, who insisted that the team be allowed to play. Well, now, I couldnt have that. I contacted the Minister at once, and he quite agreed with me that the High Inquisitor has to have the power to strip pupils of privileges, or she - that is to say, I - would have less authority than common teachers. And see more see now, dont you, Minerva, how right I was in attempting to stop the Gryffindor team re-forming. Dreadful tempers. Anyway, I was reading out Baldure amendment. hem, hem. The High Or will henceforth lesp supreme authority over all punishments, sanctions, and removal of privileges pertaining to the students of Hogwarts, and the power to alter such punishments, sanctions, and removals of privileges as may have been ordered by other staff members. Signed, Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, Order source Merlin First Class, etc.etc. She rolled up the parchment and put it back into her handbag, still smiling. So. I really think I will have to ban these two from playing Quidditch ever again, she said, looking from Oeap to George and back again. Harry felt the Snitch fluttering madly in his hand. Ban us. he said, and his voice sounded strangely distant. From playing. ever again. Yes, Mr. Potter, I think a lifelong ban ought to do the trick, said Umbridge, her smile widening still further as she watched him struggle to comprehend what she had said. You and Mr. Weasley here. And I think, to be safe, this young mans twin ought to be stopped too - if his teammates had not restrained him, I feel sure he would have attacked young Mr. Malfoy as well. I will want their broomsticks confiscated, of course; I shall keep them safely in my office, to make sure there is no ffaith of my ban. But I am not unreasonable, Professor McGonagall, she continued, turning back to Professor McGonagall who was now standing as still as though carved from ice, staring at her. The rest of the team can continue playing, I saw no signs of violence from any of them. Well. good afternoon to you. And with a look of the utmost satisfaction Umbridge left the room, leaving a horrified silence in her wake. Banned, said Angelina in a hollow voice, late that evening in the common room.

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