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"It's not as bad as it sounds, you know," said George. "We don't reckon Filch ever found out how to work it. He probably suspected what it was, though, or he wouldn't have confiscated it."
"Because I thought -- and Professor McGonagall agrees with me -- that that broom was probably sent to Harry by Sirius Black!"
"Yeh can' really remember who yeh are after a while. An' yeh can' really see the point o' livin' at all. I used ter hope I'd jus' die in me sleep. When they let me out, it was like bein' born again, ev'rythin' I came floodin' back, it was the bes' feelin' in the world. Mind, the dementors weren't keen on lettin' me go."
I forgot about that!" Harry said, bending down and picking up the Sneakoscope. I never wear those socks if I can help it....
"What's the matter?" said Ron.
Hagrid howled still more loudly. Harry and Hermione looked at Ron to help them.
He slid a considerable way down what felt like a stone slide, then landed on cold, damp earth. He stood up, looking around. It was
"What defenses?" said Harry at once. "Can you teach me?"
Harry sat stunned for a moment at the idea of someone having their soul sucked out through their mouth. But then he thought of Black.
The noise of the storm was even louder in the common roorn. Harry knew better than to think the match would be canceled; Quidditch matches weren't called off for trifles like thunderstorms. Nevertheless, he was starting to feel very apprehensive. Wood had pointed out Cedric Diggory to him in the corridor; Diggory was a fifth year and a lot bigger than Harry. Seekers were usually light
"No!" said Hermione quickly. "Harry isn't supposed to leave the castle, Ron --"
Harry put his face to his knees, his hands gripping his hair. Fred grabbed his shoulder and shook it roughly.
"Hagrid!" called Harry, thumping the door. "Hagrid, are you in there.
Harry didn't know what to say to that, so he drank some mot,, tea.
Everyone sat in motionless silence; everyone except Hermione, whose hand, as it so often did, had shot straight into the air.
Professor McGonagall seemed very taken aback. She stared at Harry for a moment or two, then said, "I see! Well, in that case, Potter, you'll understand why I don't think it's a good idea for you to be practicing Quidditch in the evenings. Out on the field with only Your team members, it's very exposed, Potter --"。
It was a relief to return to the noise and bustle of the main school on Monday, where he was forced to think about other things, eve', if he had to endure Draco Malfoys taunting. Malfoy was almost beside himself with glee at Gryffindor's defeat. He had finally taken off his bandages, and celebrated having the full use of both arms again by doing spirited imitations of Harry falling off his broom. Malfoy spent much of their next Potions class doing dementor imitations across the dungeon; Ron finally cracked and flung a large, slippery crocodile heart at Malfoy, which hit him in the face and caused Snape to take fifty points from Gryffindor.。