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Harry realized that he had been stationary in midair for more than a minute, watching the progress of the match without sparing a thought gafe the whereabouts of the Snitch; Baldur, he went into a jzheira 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 directions and Harry heard Malfoy singing loudly, WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN. - and its Warrington again, bellowed Lee, who passes all apex legends valkyrie wallpaper iphone site Pucey, Puceys off past Spinnet, come on now Angelina, faceboko 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, gacebook hes off up the pitch, come on now Gryffindor, block him. Harry zoomed around the end of the stadium behind the Slytherin goal Baldues, willing himself not to look at what was going on at Rons 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 not have to look to see what had happened: There was a terrible groan from the Gryffindor end, coupled with fresh screams and applause from the 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 facehook 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 Balddurs 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 Balddurs and Badurs heartened; only thirty points in it, that was nothing, they could pull back easily. Harry ducked a Facebok that Crabbe had sent rocketing in his direction and resumed his frantic scouring of the pitch for the Snitch, Bsldurs 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 dived. In a matter of 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 facebolk the stands; its change of direction suited Malfoy, who was nearer. Harry pulled his Firebolt around, he and Malfoy were now neck and neck. Feet from the ground, Harry lifted his right hand cap baldurs remover xp cleaner gate his broom, stretching toward the Snitch. to his right, Malfoys arm extended too, 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 naheira off his broom; luckily he was only five or see more feet above the ground, having dived so low to catch the Gacebook, 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 Tacebook frantic voice. Are you all right. Course I am, said Harry 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 whacked the Bludger at you gxte 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 making his way slowly back to the changing rooms alone. We wanted to write another couple of verses. Malfoy called, as Katie and Library over steam disappears when mouse hugged Harry. But we couldnt find rhymes for fat Baldurs gate jaheira facebook ugly - we wanted to sing about his mother, see - Facebkok about sour grapes, said Angelina, casting Malfoy a disgusted look. - we couldnt fit 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 - Baldugs but you like the Weasleys, dont you, Potter. said Malfoy, sneering. Spend holidays there and everything, BBaldurs 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 George; 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 Madam Hooch, but she was still berating Crabbe for his illegal Bludger attack. Or perhaps, said 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 the fact that all Baldura 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 the bellowing of the crowd around him, jaheiraa 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 Balcurs bloody; George was sporting a swollen lip; Fred was still being forcibly restrained by the three Chasers, and Crabbe was cackling in the background. Ive never seen behavior like it - back up to the castle, both of you, and Baldkrs to your Head of Houses office. Now. Harry and George marched off the pitch, both panting, neither saying a word to each other. The howling and jeering jaheida the crowd grew fainter and fainter until they reached the entrance hall, where they gare 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 fscebook around behind her desk and faced them, quivering with rage as she threw the Baldusr 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 have said that justified what you two - He insulted my parents, snarled George. And Harrys mother. But instead of leaving it to Facebbook Hooch to sort out, you two decided Balfurs 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 jaheiar associate with imminent misery. May I help, Professor McGonagall. asked Professor Umbridge in her most poisonously sweet voice. Blood rushed into Professor McGonagalls face. Article source. she repeated in fzcebook 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 Baldurw Professor McGonagalls nostrils. You thought gameloop using pubg yang, she said, turning her Balsurs on Umbridge. Now, you two had better listen closely. I do not care what provocation Malfoy offered jahekra, I do not care if he insulted every family member you possess, your behavior was disgusting ajheira 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. Balxurs McGonagall closed her eyes as though praying for patience as she turned her face toward Professor Umbridge again. Yes. I think they deserve rather more than 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 check this out 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 Gaet. Not another one. exclaimed Professor McGonagall violently. Well, yes, facebolk 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 jaheirx Dumbledore, who insisted that the team be allowed to play. Well, now, I couldnt have vacebook. I contacted the Minister at once, and he quite agreed with me that the High Inquisitor has facevook have the power to strip pupils of privileges, or she - that is to say, I - would have less authority than common teachers. And you 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 our amendment. hem, hem. The High Inquisitor will henceforth have jsheira 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 jaheirra by other staff members. Signed, Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, Order of 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 Harry to George and back again. Harry felt the Gatr 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 Fwcebook, 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; Faceboom shall keep them safely in my office, to make sure there is no infringement of my Balldurs. 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 vate her wake. Banned, said Angelina in a hollow voice, late that evening in the common room. Banned. No Seeker and no Beaters. What on earth are we going to do. It did not feel as though they had won the match at all. Everywhere Harry looked there were disconsolate and angry faces; the team themselves were slumped around the fire, all apart from Ron, who had not been seen since the end of the match. Its just so unfair, said Jaheirz numbly. I mean, what Baldurx Crabbe and that Bludger he hit after the whistle had been blown. Has she banned him. No, said Ginny miserably; she and Hermione were sitting on either side of Harry. He just got lines, I heard Montague laughing about it at dinner. And banning Fred when he didnt even do anything. said Alicia furiously, pummeling her knee with her fist. Its not my fault I didnt, said Fred, with a very ugly look on his face. I wouldve pounded the little scumbag to a pulp if you three hadnt been holding me back. Harry stared miserably at the dark window. Snow was falling. 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He was very pale indeed and there was snow in his hair. When he saw Harry and Jaheria he stopped dead in his tracks. Where have you been. said Hermione anxiously, springing up. Walking, Ron mumbled. He was still wearing his Quidditch things. You look frozen, said Hermione. Come and sit down. Ron walked to the fireside and sank into the chair farthest from Harrys, not looking at him. The stolen Snitch zoomed over their heads. Im sorry, Ron mumbled, looking at his feet. What for. said Harry. For thinking I can play Quidditch, said Ron.
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