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The whistle sounded, Harry and the others kicked off hard from the frozen ground, and they were away. Harry soared around the perimeter of the grounds, looking around for the Snitch and keeping one eye on Harper, who was zigzagging far below him. Then a voice that was jarringly different to the usual commentators started up. Well, there they go, and I think were all surprised to see the team that Potters put together this year. Many thought, given Ronald Weasleys patchy performance as Keeper last year, that he might be off the team, but of course, a close personal friendship with the Captain does help. These words were greeted with jeers and applause from the Slytherin end of the pitch. Harry craned around on his broom to look toward the commentators podium. A tall, skinny blond boy with an upturned nose was standing there, talking into the magical megaphone that had once been Lee Jordans; Harry recognized Zacharias Smith, a Hufflepuff player whom he heartily disliked. Oh, and here comes Slytherins first attempt on goal, its Urquhart streaking down the pitch and - Harrys stomach turned over. - Weasley saves it, well, hes bound to get lucky sometimes, I suppose. Thats right, Smith, he is, muttered Harry, grinning to himself, as he dived amongst the Chasers with his eyes searching all around for some hint of the elusive Snitch. With half an hour of the game gone, Gryffindor were leading sixty points to zero, Ron having made some truly spectacular saves, some by the very tips of his please click for source, and Ginny having scored four of Gryffindors six goals. This effectively stopped Zacharias wondering loudly whether the two Weasleys were only there because Harry liked them, and he started on Peakes and Coote instead. Of course, Coote isnt really the usual build for a Beater, said Zacharias loftily, theyve generally got a bit more muscle - Hit a Bludger at him. Harry called to Coote as he zoomed past, but Coote, grinning broadly, chose to aim apex hereford next Bludger at Harper instead, who was just passing Harry in the opposite direction. Harry was pleased to hear the dull thunk that meant the Bludger had found its mark. It seemed as though Gryffindor could do no wrong. Again and again they scored, and again and again, at the other end of the pitch, Ron saved goals with apparent ease. He was actually smiling now, and when the crowd greeted a particularly good save with a rousing chorus of the old favorite Weasley Is Our King, he pretended to conduct them from on high. Thinks hes something special today, doesnt he. said a snide voice, and Harry was nearly Flash games off his broom as Harper collided with him hard and deliberately. Your blood-traitor pal. Madam Hoochs back was turned, and though Gryffindors below shouted in anger, by the time she looked around, Harper had already sped off. His shoulder aching, Harry raced after him, determined to ram him back. And I think Harper of Slytherins seen the Snitch. said Zacharias Smith through his megaphone. Yes, hes certainly seen something Potter hasnt. Smith really was an idiot, thought Harry, hadnt he noticed them collide. But next moment, his stomach seemed to drop out of the sky - Smith was right and Harry was wrong: Harper had not sped upward at random; he had spotted what Harry had not: The Snitch was speeding along high above them, glinting brightly against the clear blue sky. Harry accelerated; the wind was whistling in his ears so that it drowned all sound of Smiths commentary or the crowd, but Harper was still ahead of him, and Gryffindor learn more here only a hundred points up; if Harper got there first Gryffindor had lost. and now Harper was feet from it, his hand outstretched. Oi, Harper. yelled Harry in desperation. How much did Malfoy pay you to come on instead of him. He did not know what made him say it, but Harper did a double-take; he fumbled the Snitch, let it slip through his fingers, and shot right past it. Harry made a great swipe Flash games the tiny, fluttering ball and caught it. YES. Harry yelled. Wheeling around, he hurtled back toward the ground, the Snitch held Flash games in his hand. As the crowd realized what had happened, a great shout went up that almost drowned the sound of the whistle that signaled the end of the game. Ginny, wherere you going. yelled Harry, who had found himself trapped in the midst of a mass midair hug with the rest of the team, but Ginny sped right on past them until, with an almighty crash, she collided with the commentators podium. As the crowd shrieked and laughed, the Gryffindor team landed beside the wreckage of wood under which Zacharias was feebly stirring; Harry heard Ginny saying blithely to an irate Professor McGonagall, Forgot to brake, Professor, sorry. Laughing, Harry broke free of the rest of the team and visit web page Ginny, but let go very quickly. Avoiding her gaze, he clapped a cheering Ron on the back instead as, all enmity forgotten, the Gryffindor team left the pitch arm in arm, punching the air and waving to their supporters. The atmosphere in the changing room was jubilant. Party up in the common room, Seamus said. yelled Dean exuberantly. Cmon, Ginny, Demelza. Ron and Harry were the last two in the changing room. They were just about to leave when Hermione entered. She was twisting her Gryffindor scarf in her hands and looked upset but determined. I want a word with you, Harry. She took a deep breath. You shouldnt have done it. You heard Slughorn, its illegal. What are you going to do, turn us in. demanded Ron. What are you two talking about. asked Harry, turning away to hang up his robes so that neither of them would see him grinning. You know perfectly well what were talking about. said Hermione shrilly. You spiked Rons juice with lucky potion at breakfast. Felix Felicis. No, I didnt, said Harry, turning back to face them both. Yes you did, Harry, and thats why everything went right, there were Slytherin players missing and Ron saved everything. I didnt put it in. said Harry, grinning broadly. He slipped his hand inside his jacket pocket and drew out the tiny bottle that Hermione had seen in his hand that morning. It was full of golden potion and the cork was still tightly sealed with wax. I wanted Ron to think Id done it, so I faked it when I knew you were looking. He looked at Ron. You saved everything because you felt lucky. You did it all yourself. He pocketed the potion again. There really wasnt anything in my pumpkin juice. Ron said, astounded. But the weathers good. and Vaisey couldnt play. I honestly havent been given lucky potion. Harry shook his head. Ron gaped at him for a moment, then rounded on Hermione, imitating her voice. You added Felix Felicis to Rons juice this morning, thats why he saved everything. See. I can save goals without help, Hermione. I never said you couldnt - Ron, you thought youd been given it too. But Ron had already strode past her out of the door with his broomstick over his shoulder. Er, said Harry into the sudden silence; he had not expected his plan to backfire like this, shall. shall we go up to the party, then. You go. said Hermione, blinking back tears. Im sick of Ron at the moment, I dont know what Im supposed to have done. And she stormed out of the changing room too. Harry walked slowly back up the grounds toward the castle through the crowd, many of whom shouted congratulations at him, but he felt a great sense of letdown; he had been sure that if Ron won the match, he and Hermione would be friends again immediately.
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