A whistling in Harrys ear told him the Bludger had just missed him again; he turned right over and sped in the opposite direction.

Training for the ballet, Potter? yelled Malfoy as Harry was forced to do a stupid kind of twirl in midair to dodge the Bludger, and he fled, the Bludger trailing a few feet behind him; and then, glaring back at Malfoy in hatred, he saw itthe Golden Snitch. It was hovering inches above Malfoys left earand Malfoy, busy laughing at Harry, hadnt seen it.

For an agonizing moment, Harry hung in midair, not daring to speed toward Malfoy in case he looked up and saw the Snitch.


He had stayed still a second too long. The Bludger had hit him at last, smashed into his elbow, and Harry felt his arm break. Dimly, dazed by the searing pain in his arm, he slid sideways on his rain drenched broom, one knee still crooked over it, his right arm dangling useless at his sidethe Bludger came pelting back for a second attack, this time aiming at his faceHarry swerved out of the way, one idea firmly lodged in his numb brain: get to Malfoy.

Through a haze of rain and pain he dived for the shimmering, sneering face below him and saw its eyes widen with fear: Malfoy thought Harry was attacking him.

What the he gasped, careening out of Harrys way.

Harry took his remaining hand off his broom and made a wild snatch; he felt his fingers close on the cold Snitch but was now only gripping the broom with his legs, and there was a yell from the crowd below as he headed straight for the ground, trying hard not to pass out.

With a splattering thud he hit the mud and rolled off his broom. His arm was hanging at a very strange angle; riddled with pain, he heard, as though from a distance, a good deal of whistling and shouting. He focused on the Snitch clutched in his good hand.

Aha, he said vaguely. Weve won. And he fainted.

He came around, rain falling on his face, still lying on the field, with someone leaning over him. He saw a glitter of teeth.

Oh, no, not you, he moaned.

Doesnt know what hes saying, said Lockhart loudly to the anxious crowd of Gryffindors pressing around them. Not to worry, Harry. Im about to fix your arm.

No! said Harry. Ill keep it like this, thanks

He tried to sit up, but the pain was terrible. He heard a familiar clicking noise nearby.

I dont want a photo of this, Colin, he said loudly.

Lie back, Harry, said Lockhart soothingly. Its a simple charm Ive used countless times

Why cant I just go to the hospital wing? said Harry through clenched teeth.

He should really, Professor, said a muddy Wood, who couldnt help grinning even though his Seeker was injured. Great capture, Harry, really spectacular, your best yet, Id say


  1. A bag of sweets had spilled out of Freds pocket and the contents were now rolling in every directionbig, fat toffees in brightly colored wrappers.
  2. A blank silence greeted Hermiones words. She looked around at all the faces upturned to her, rather disconcerted.
  3. A bright silver light appeared right ahead of him, moving through the trees. Whatever the source, it was moving soundlessly. The light seemed simply to drift toward him.
  4. A chill that had nothing to do with the iced champagne was stealing through Harrys chest.
  5. A large group of people was bunched around the bulletin board when they returned to the common room.
  6. A roaring, billowing noise behind him gave him a moments warning. He turned and saw both Ron and Crabbe running as hard as they could up the aisle toward them.
  7. A vivid image of the shrieking, spitting portrait of Siriuss mother that hung in the hall of number twelve, Grimmauld Place flashed into Harrys mind. I bet there has, he said.
  8. A) Match the words on the left with the expressions on the right.
  9. After a few minutes progress up the dark tunnel, a distant sound of slowly shifting rock reached Harrys ears.
  10. And Harry fell again through the silver surface, landing this time right in front of a man he recognized at once.
  11. And Harrys feet left the floor to fall, seconds later, back onto the rug in front of Dumbledores desk.

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Wood had obviously got the message. Madam Hoochs whistle rang out and Harry, Fred, and George dived for the ground, still trying to avoid the mad Bludger. | Through the thicket of legs around him, Harry spotted Fred and George Weasley, wrestling the rogue Bludger into a box. It was still putting up a terrific fight.

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