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Harry hadnt had a single letter since Hagrids note, something that Malfoy had been quick to notice, of course. Malfoys eagle owl was always bringing him packages of sweets from home, which he opened gloatingly at the Slytherin table. A barn owl brought Neville a small package from his grandmother. He opened it excitedly and showed them a glass ball the size of a large marble, which seemed to be full of white smoke. Its a Remembrall. he explained. Gran knows I forget things - this tells you if theres something youve forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tight like this and if it turns red - oh. His face fell, because the Remembrall had suddenly glowed scarlet. youve forgotten something. Neville was trying to remember what hed forgotten when Draco Malfoy, who was passing the Gryffindor table, snatched the Remembrall out of his hand. Harry and Ron jumped to their feet. They were half hoping for a reason to fight Malfoy, but Professor McGonagall, who could spot trouble quicker than any teacher in the school, was there in a flash. Whats going on. Malfoys got my Remembrall, Professor. Scowling, Malfoy quickly dropped the Remembrall back on the table. Just looking, he said, and he sloped away with Crabbe and Goyle behind him. At three-thirty that afternoon, Harry, Ron, and the other Gryffindors hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for their first flying lesson. It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass rippled under their feet as they marched down the sloping lawns toward a smooth, flat lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to the forbidden forest, whose trees were swaying darkly in the distance. The Slytherins were already there, and so were twenty broomsticks lying in neat lines on the ground. 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He was going to be expelled, he just knew it. He wanted to say something to defend himself, but there seemed to be something wrong with his voice. Professor McGonagall was sweeping along without even looking at him; he had to jog to keep up. Now hed done it. He hadnt even lasted two weeks. Hed be packing his bags in ten minutes. What would the Dursleys say when he turned up on the doorstep. Up the front steps, up the marble staircase inside, and still Professor McGonagall didnt say a word to him. She wrenched open doors and marched along corridors with Harry trotting miserably behind her. Maybe she was taking him to Dumbledore. He thought of Hagrid, expelled but allowed to stay on as gamekeeper. Perhaps he could be Hagrids assistant. His stomach twisted as he imagined it, watching Ron and the others becoming wizards while he stumped around the grounds carrying Hagrids bag. Professor McGonagall stopped outside a classroom. She opened the door and poked her head inside. Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, could I borrow Wood for a moment. Wood. thought Harry, bewildered; was Wood a cane she was going to use on him. But Wood turned out to be a person, a burly fifth-year boy who came out of Flitwicks class looking confused. Follow me, you two, said Professor McGonagall, and they marched on up the corridor, Wood looking curiously at Harry. In here. Professor McGonagall pointed click the following article into a classroom that was empty except for Peeves, who was busy writing rude words on the blackboard. Out, Peeves. she barked. Peeves threw the chalk into a bin, which clanged loudly, and he swooped out cursing. Professor McGonagall slammed the door behind him and turned to face the two boys. Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood - Ive found you a Seeker. Woods expression changed from puzzlement to delight. Are you serious, Professor. Absolutely, said Professor McGonagall crisply. The boys a natural. Ive never seen anything like it. Was that your first time on a broomstick, Potter. Harry nodded silently. He didnt have a clue what was going on, but he didnt seem to be being expelled, and some of the feeling started coming back to his legs. He caught that thing in his hand after a fifty-foot dive, Professor McGonagall told Wood. Didnt even scratch himself. Charlie Weasley couldnt have done it. Wood was now looking as though all his dreams had come true at once. Ever seen a game of Quidditch, Potter. he asked excitedly. Woods captain of the Gryffindor team, Professor McGonagall explained. Hes just the build for a Seeker, too, said Wood, now walking around Harry and staring at him. Light - speedy - well have to get him a decent broom, Professor - a Nimbus Two Thousand or a Cleansweep Seven, Id say. I shall speak to Professor Dumbledore and see if we cant bend the firstyear rule. Heaven knows, we need a better team than last year. Flattened in that last match by Slytherin, I couldnt look Severus Snape in the face for weeks. Professor McGonagall peered sternly over her glasses at Harry. I want to hear youre training hard, Potter, or I may change my mind about punishing you. Then she suddenly smiled. Your father would have been proud, she said. He was an excellent Quidditch player himself. Youre joking. It was dinnertime. Harry had just finished telling Ron what had happened when hed left the grounds with Professor McGonagall. Ron had a congratulate, call of duty konig youtube can of steak and kidney pie halfway to his mouth, but hed forgotten all about it. Seeker. he said. But first years never - you must be the youngest House player in about - - a century, said Harry, shoveling pie into his mouth. He felt particularly hungry after the excitement of the Fallout 4 script extender cant find fallout4.exe. Wood told me. Ron was so amazed, so impressed, he just sat and gaped at Harry. 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Youre a lot braver now that youre back on the ground and youve got your little friends with you, said Harry coolly. There was of course nothing at all little about Crabbe and Goyle, but as the High Table was full of teachers, neither of them could do more than crack their knuckles and scowl. Id take you on anytime on my own, said Malfoy. Tonight, if you want. Wizards duel. Wands only - no contact. Whats the matter. Never heard of a wizards duel before, I suppose. Of course he has, said Ron, wheeling around. Im his second, whos yours. Malfoy looked at Crabbe and Goyle, sizing them up. Crabbe, he said. Midnight all right. Well meet you in the trophy room; thats always unlocked. When Malfoy had gone, Ron and Harry looked at each other. What is a wizards duel. said Harry. And what do you mean, youre my second. Well, a seconds there to take over if you die, said Ron casually, getting started at last on his cold pie. Catching the look on Harrys face, he added quickly, But people only die in proper duels, you know, with real wizards. The most you and Malfoyll be able to do is send sparks at each other. Neither of you knows enough magic to do any real damage. I bet he expected you to refuse, anyway. And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens. Throw it away and punch him on the nose, Ron suggested. Excuse me. They both looked up. It was Hermione Granger. Cant a person eat in peace in this place. said Ron. Hermione ignored him and spoke to Harry. I couldnt help overhearing what you and Malfoy were saying - Bet you could, Ron muttered. - and you mustnt go wandering around the school at night, think of the points youll lose Gryffindor if youre caught, and youre bound to be. Its really very selfish of you. And its really none of your business, said Harry. Good-bye, said Ron. 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A few embers were still glowing in the fireplace, turning all the armchairs into hunched black shadows. They had almost reached the portrait hole when a voice spoke from the chair nearest them, I cant believe youre going to do this, Harry. A lamp flickered on. It was Hermione Granger, wearing a pink bathrobe and a frown. You. said Ron furiously. Go back to bed. I almost told your brother, Hermione snapped, Percy - hes a prefect, hed put a stop to this. Harry couldnt believe anyone could be so interfering. Come on, he said to Ron.
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