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"Detention!" she shouted. "And twenty points from Slytherin! Wandering around in the middle of the night, how dare you --"
Up in the air, Snape turned on his broomstick just in time to see something scarlet shoot past him, missing him by inches -- the next second, Harry had pulled out of the dive, his arm raised in triumph, the Snitch clasped in his hand.
"I can't," said Hagrid. "He's too little. He'd die."
"It's not any old broomstick," he said, "it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you've got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty?" Ron grinned at Harry. "Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus."
It was lucky that Harry had tea with Hagrid to look forward to, because the Potions lesson turned out to be the worst thing that had happened to him so far.
Harry suddenly turned to Ron. Charlie, he said.
"Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood -- I've found you a Seeker."
"Hagrid," said Harry loudly, "give it two weeks and Norbert's going to be as long as your house. Malfoy could go to Dumbledore at any moment."
Harry picked the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It was strange to the touch, like water woven into material.
"Did you see his face, the great lump?"
"But this isn't soccer, Dean," Ron reminded him.
"You know perfectly well what I mean."
"You can see them any old time," said Ron. "Just come round my house this summer. Anyway, maybe it only shows dead people. Shame about not finding Flamel, though. Have some bacon or something, why aren't you eating anything?"
Just then, the mail arrived. Harry had gotten used to this by now, but it had given him a bit of a shock on the first morning, when about a hundred owls had suddenly streamed into the Great Hall during breakfast, circling the tables until they saw their owners, and dropping letters and packages onto their laps.