Quidditch
After we all got back to the castle, we went to our dorm. I wonder how Ron is holding up over there, you know, in Slytherin. I feel bad for him, especially since he has to share a dorm with Malfoy, poor Ron. He's the first Weasley to be put in slytherin! Fred told me.
The next day me, Harry, Hermione, Neville, met in the great hall at our table. The owls were all flying in and dropping off letters. Mine, Harry's, and Neville's owl flew down to us, dropped off packages, and flew away.
Me and Harry got this large broom looking shaped package. Neville had this small ball, he unwrapped it. A small glass ball, with red smoke inside.'Rememberal' he muttered "it shows red smoke, when you've forgotten something. But i don't remember what i've forgotten!" he finished. I looked at mine and Harry's gifts, we opened them. 'THATS A NIMBUS 2000!!" Someone with shortly wavy, black hair from beside us shouted. Both me, and Harry had brand new brooms. But, we weren't allowed brooms in school. Who would have even given us brooms?
I looked over at Professor Mcgonagall, she was...smiling? Why was she smiling? Wait..did she give us the brooms? No Ophelia, that's crazy, she wouldn't. She isn't allowed!
After we finished eating she came up to me and Harry, took the brooms and explained to us that she had to put them away. We gave her the brooms, no questions asked, and left.
Me, Harry, Hermione, Neville, and Ron all met in the library, it took us so long to find it considering the size of the castle. We all sat down at a big, brown table, right in the middle of the room. Hermione placed this big book right in the middle of all of us, labeled 'A History Of Magic'
''Uhm- Hermione, w-what is that for?" Ron asked curiously, turning head sideways and upside down to see it better.
'Well, I was doing a little bit of light reading, and found these neat facts. Thought I would show you guys' Hermione answered back while smiling brightly.
"Light reading? That's light reading?" Ron asked, glaring at Hermione. She rolled her eyes and opened the book, flipped through a couple hundred pages. She turned the book over, to face me, Ron, Harry, and Neville and pointed to a paragraph.
"Look at this!''The class is currently taught by the ghost of Professor Cuthbert Binns. According to Hogwarts folklore, Professor Binns has failed to notice that he is dead: he simply got up from his chair in the staff-room one morning and left his body behind' our history of magic teacher is a ghost!" Hermione explained, reading more.
'Oh! Look at this!' She started while pointing to another paragraph.
"During class, Binns sometimes fell asleep and students played and practised games. Peeves and other Hogwarts ghosts sometimes came in and lectured the class,' I wonder who peeves is." She finished.
I looked over at Ron and Neville, who looked like they just saw a dog dancing in an apple field with a bear. Ron shook his head and stood up, then walked away. Hermione and Harry looked at him confused. "Did I say something wrong?" Hermione asked me.
"No, I don't Believe so" I answered back, looking back at the book in front of me. Harry spoke up "why would professor Dumbledore let someone, who sleeps during class, teach at Hogwarts?" Hermione shook her head, and shrugged her shoulders.
"Nobody else wanted the job maybe" Neville pipped in. I mean, he does have a point, he isn't wrong. Hermione just rolled her eyes and closed the book, walked away and put it back on the shelf. Came back, grabbed her bag, and walked away. 'Why is everyone walking away?!' I thought to myself. I looked at Harry and Neville, shrugged my shoulders and stood up.
'We have flying, with Madam Hooch I think' I said before walking away.
I don't know what Harry, or Neville did after I got up. But I just kept walking, And kept walking.
I arrived at the flying grounds, about ten minutes later. Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Neville were all there already. 'How are they already here?' I asked myself. I walked over and stood in between Hermione and Harry.
Madam Hooch walked over to us "alright now, stand on the right side of your broom, if your flying hand is on your left, stand on the left. Hover your hand over the broom, and shout 'up!" she said while demonstrating. When she said 'up' her broom flew up right into her hand. I looked down at my broom, stood in the right, hovered my hand, and shouted "up!" I heard everyone else doing the same. I looked across from me to see Ron getting smacked right in the face by his broom. Malfoy burst right into laughter, harder than I've ever seen anyone laugh. He was rolling on the ground, holding his stomach from laughing so hard.
"Shut up Malfoy" Ron snarled, standing back over his broom while holding his nose. Malfoy and his sister started laughing even harder. Where did his sister even come from? I swear she wasn't there a second ago.
'What- what was that Weasley?' Malfoy wheezed back.
'I said Shut up' Ron replied.
'Don't tell my brother what to do!' Arita, Malfoys sister, replied. Ron rolled his eyes and went back to his broom. I looked over at my brother, who just shrugged his shoulders.
I focused back on my broom, yelled 'up' a few more times, I finally got it. The broom rose up from the ground so fast, it shook my whole hand when it hit it. I grasped my hand around the handle, looked at Madam Hooch, ready for further instructions. She looked at me and smiled.
About twenty minutes went by when everyone had gotten their broom to rise, well everyone except for Ron. Madam Hooch gave us our further instructions. She told us all to have one leg on each side of the broom. Grasp the handle, and kick off. She also said "Do not fly away, hover and come back down" so that's what everyone did. Me and Harry did as we were told, lifted our legs in the correct position, held onto the broom handle, and kicked up. We both hovered. I looked over at Hermione who still hadn't made it into the air yet. I looked at Ron, he floated for a second, until Malfoy pushed him out of the air. He landed with a loud bang. Ron sat on the ground and glared at Malfoy, who was laughing again, as well as his sister. After a few minutes Ron stood back up. I looked at Neville who kicked off, he floated up….and up….and...up.
"MR LONGBOTTOM! MR LONGBOTTOM GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" Madam Hooch yelled.
"I- I WOULD, B-BUT I CAN'T" neville yelled back. His broom started going crazy, it was out of control. He flew over to the stone wall, with gargoyle statues and flew right into the wall, forwards, and backwards. He flew up and out of view. A minute later he came back down, his robe snatched onto a pole, Madam hooch sighed, and Neville fell. He fell right onto the ground, with a loud crunch he started crying. Madam Hooch ran right over to him, lifted his hand up as he whimpered in pain.
'Broken wrist' me and Harry heard her mutter. 'Come on boy- it's alright, up you get' she said, lifting up Neville. He stood up. 'Nobody rides their broom, if I catch ANYONE on a broom, you'll be out of this school before you can say 'quidditch'' she said before walking away.
'Did you see his face, the great lump?' shouted Malfoy, all of the slytherins started laughing...even Ron.
'Shut up Malfoy!' Hermione yelled at him.
'Ooo sticking up for longbottom?' sneered Ron. What has gotten into him? 'Never thought you would like fat, little cry babies' he growled again. I gasped and started walking towards him, until Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I ripped my arm out of his grip, and looked over at Hermione, who I swear I saw steam come out of her ears.
'Look!' malfoy yelled, pointing at the ground. Neville's Remembrall. He walked over to it, picked it up and looked at it. 'Its that stupid thing Nevilles gran sent him' he said while tossing the ball high up into the air, catching it everytime it fell. The ball glittered in the sunlight. Ron was smiling behind him.
Harry walked forwards towards him, i let him, he may be younger but he sure is stronger than me. 'Give it here Malfoy!' he barked. Malfoy laughed again, looked Harry right into his eyes and smirked.
'I think i'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to collect- how about up in a tree?' He said turning to a large patch of trees behind everyone. 'Give it here!' Harry yelled again, by the time he finished his sentence Malfoy had been in the air, on his broom. Which we weren't allowed to do.
He flew higher, Harry turned and grabbed his broom, when me and hermione grabbed his arm 'Harry don't! You're going to get in big trouble!' Hermione cried to him. He looked at me, I shook my head, he got on his broom anyways and flew away.
'What an idiot' me and Hermione said together.
Harry and Malfoy raced each other into the air, everyone turned and watched them. They are both going to get into so much trouble I know it. They both stopped in mid air, Malfoy was tossing the ball up and down.
'Give it here, or I'll knock you off your broom' I heard Harry yell.
'Is that so?' Malfoy answered. I watched Harry grip the broom handle tighter, pulled his body back, and shot forwards. Right towards Malfoy. Harry was plumiging towards him. Malfoy spun upside down, as Harry passed him. Harry turned to face him, Malfoy was sitting right side up again. I looked around, a bunch of slytherins were clapping.
'No Crabbe or Goyle to save your neck!' I heard Harry yell. God, I love him, but sometimes he needs to hush his mouth.
'Catch it if you can then' Malfoy yelled back, he turned towards the trees and threw the ball. Harry flew forwards almost instantly, he was chasing it. Malfoy laughed and came back down to the ground, where Ron gave him a high five. I looked back up, Harry was still chasing the ball. He flew over by a window and caught it. He had it in his hands, smiled, and flew back down. All the gryffindors were cheering, Hermione was laughing and smiling. We all ran over to Harry and I gave him a big hug.
'You're so lucky you didn't get caught' I said. I should have stayed quiet, because as soon as i said that, Mcgonagall came out 'HARRY POTTER' she yelled. I heard a few sniggers from the slytherins. My heart dropped, I looked at Harry and just by the look on his face, I could tell his did too. 'NEVER in my time at Hogwarts have I ever-' she started, before getting interrupted by another Gryffindor.
'It wasn't his fault professor'
'Be quiet Mr Thomas'
'But Malfoy-'
'That's enough Thomas, Potter come with me' Mcgonagll argued, grabbing Harry's shoulder and bringing him away from the grounds. He's going to be expelled, I know it. If only he listened to Hermione, I would still see him here, at classes. But because of him, we might both be getting expelled.
Harry's POV:
I was walking away with Mcgonagall when I saw Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle's joyful faces. I was going to be expelled, I know it. I wanted to say something to defend myself, but no words came out. Professor McGonagall was walking along without looking at me, I had to jog to keep up. I had done it, I hadn't even lasted two weeks. I would be packing his bags in ten minutes. What would the Dursleys say when I turned back up on the doorstep? Up the front steps, up the staircase inside, and still Professor McGonagall didn't say a word to me. She opened doors and walked along corridors with me walking miserably behind her. Maybe she was taking me to Dumbledore. I thought of Hagrid, expelled but allowed to stay on as gamekeeper. Perhaps I could be Hagrid's assistant.
I can't imagine it, walking around Hagrid hut, watching Hermione, and Lia become Witches without me.
we stopped outside a classroom. Mcgonagall opened the door and poked her head inside. "Excuse me, Professor Flitwick, could I borrow Wood for a moment?" Wood? Was Wood a cane she was going to use on me? But Wood turned out to be a person, a fifth-year looking boy who came out of the class looking confused. "Follow me, you two," said Professor McGonagall, and they walked up the corridor, Wood looking at me. "In here." Professor McGonagall pointed us into a classroom that was empty except for a ghost, who was busy writing rude words on the blackboard.
"Out, Peeves!" she barked. So that's who Peeves is. Peeves threw the chalk into a trash can, which banged loudly, and he left while cursing. Professor McGonagall slammed the door behind him and turned to face us two. "Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood — I've found you a Seeker." She said smiling sheepishly as us. A Seeker? What's a seeker?
Ophelia's POV:
Me, Harry, and Hermione were all sitting at the gryffindor table in the great hall when. I had a piece of steak halfway to my mouth, "Seeker?" I asked "what's a seeker?," I asked again.
"It's a quidditch position' said Harry, putting pie into his mouth.
'I'm the first First year in a century to do it'
"I start training next week," said Harry. "Only don't tell anyone, Wood wants to keep it a secret."
I was hungry, I picked up a spoonful of mashed potatoes when Fred and George came and sat beside us.
"Well done," said George. "Oliver told us. We're on the team too — Beaters."
'we're going to win that Quidditch Cup for sure this year," said Fred.
"We haven't won since Charlie left, but this year's team is going to be brilliant. You must be good, Harry, Wood was almost skipping when he told us." Said George while smiling brightly.
The next day we went to the great hall, Ron walked over, with Malfoy and his sister 'Nice fall Potter' he sneered. 'oh and Granger, nice teeth. Why are they so big?'
I stood up 'What's your problem?, why are you being so darn rude?' Ron, laughed, he didn't answer my question. He just walked away.
'Uhm- i'm going to the bathroom..' hermione said, standing up and walking away.
Ten minutes later I stood up and told Harry I was going to go check up on Hermione when Professor Quirrell came running into the hall, terror on his face. Everyone stared as he reached Professor Dumbledore's chair, slumped against the table, and gasped, "Troll — in the dungeons thought you ought to know." He then sank to the floor in a dead faint.
There was an uproar. It took several purple firecrackers exploding from the end of Professor Dumbledore's wand to bring silence. "Prefects," he rumbled, "lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately!" me, harry, and neville ran into the hall after percy.
"I've just thought — Hermione."
"What about her?"
"She doesn't know about the troll."i bit my lip
"Oh, all right," Harry snapped.
"But Percy's better not see us." Ducking down, we joined the Hufflepuffs going the other way, slipped down a deserted side corridor, and hurried off toward the girls' bathroom. we had just turned the corner when they heard quick footsteps behind them. "Percy!" hissed harry, pulling me behind a large stone griffin. Peering around it, however, we saw not Percy but Snape. He crossed the corridor and disappeared from view.
"What's he doing?" Harry whispered. "Why isn't he down in the dungeons with the rest of the teachers?" I shrugged. Quietly as possible, we crept along the next corridor after Snape's fading footsteps.
"He's heading for the third floor," Harry said, but I held up my hand. "Can you smell something?" Harry sniffed and a foul stench reached his nostrils, a mixture of old socks and the kind of public toilet no one seems to clean. And then we heard it — a low grunting, and the shuffling footfalls of gigantic feet. i pointed — at the end of a passage to the left, something huge was moving toward us.
we shrank into the shadows and watched as it emerged into a patch of moonlight. It was a horrible sight. Twelve feet tall, its skin was a dull, granite gray, it's a great lumpy body like a boulder with its small bald head perched on top like a coconut. It had short legs thick as tree trunks with flat, horny feet. The smell coming from it was incredible. It was holding a huge wooden club, which dragged along the floor because its arms were so long. The troll stopped next to a doorway and peered inside. It waggled its long ears, making up its tiny mind, then slouched slowly into the room.
"The key's in the lock," Harry muttered. "We could lock it in."
"Good idea," I said nervously. we edged toward the open door, mouths dry, praying the troll wasn't about to come out of it. With one great leap, Harry managed to grab the key, slam the door, and lock it.
"Yes!" Flushed with their victory, we started to run back up the passage, but as we reached the corner we heard something that made our hearts stop — a high, petrified scream — and it was coming from the chamber we just chained up.
"Oh, no," said harry,
"It's the girls' bathroom!" I gasped.
"Hermione!" we said together. It was the last thing we wanted to do, but what choice did we have? turning around, we sprinted back to the door and turned the key, fumbling in our panic. Harry pulled the door open and we ran inside. Hermione was leaning against the wall opposite, looking as if she was about to faint. The troll was advancing on her, knocking the sinks off the walls as it went. "Confuse it!" Harry said desperately to me, and, seizing a tap, I threw it as hard as I could against the wall. The troll stopped a few feet from Hermione. It lumbered around, blinking stupidly, to see what had made the noise. Its mean little eyes saw Harry. It hesitated, then made for him instead, lifting its club as it went.
"Oy, pea-brain!" I yelled from the other side of the chamber, and I threw a metal pipe at it. The troll didn't even seem to notice the pipe hitting its shoulder, but it heard the yell and paused again, turning its ugly snout toward me instead, giving Harry time to run around it. "Come on, run, run!" Harry yelled at Hermione, trying to pull her toward the door, but she didn't move, she was still flat against the wall, her mouth open with terror. The shouting and the echoes seemed to be driving the troll crazy. It roared again and started toward me, who was closest to the troll and had no way to escape. Harry then did something that was both very brave and very stupid: He took a great running jump and managed to fasten his arms around the troll's neck from behind. The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's wand had still been in his hand when he'd jumped — it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils.
Howling with pain, the troll twisted and flailed its club, with Harry clinging on for dear life; any second, the troll was going to rip him off or catch him a terrible blow with the club. Hermione had sunk to the floor in fright; i pulled out my own wand — not knowing what i was going to do i cried the first spell that came into my head: "Wingardium Leviosa!" The club flew suddenly out of the troll's hand, rose high, high up into the air, turned slowly over — and dropped, with a sickening crack, onto its owner's head. The troll swayed on the spot and then fell flat on its face, with a thud that made the whole room tremble. Harry got to his feet. He was shaking and out of breath. I was standing there with my wand still raised, staring at what I had done.
"Is it — dead?" asked hermione
"I don't think so," said Harry,
"I think it's just been knocked out." He bent down and pulled his wand out of the troll's nose. It was covered. "Urgh – troll boogers." gross. He wiped it on the troll's trousers.
Professor McGonagall had come bursting into the room, closely followed by Snape, with Quirrell following. Quirrell took one look at the troll, let out a faint whimper, and sat quickly down on a toilet, clutching his heart.
"What on earth were you thinking of?" asked Professor McGonagall.
"You're lucky you weren't killed. Why aren't you in your dormitory?"
Snape gave me a swift, piercing look. I looked at the floor.
"Please, Professor McGonagall — they were looking for me.'' I looked behind me and saw Hermione had stepped forward.
"Miss Granger!"
"I went looking for the troll because I — I thought I could deal with it on my own — you know, because I've read all about them." I dropped my wand. Hermione, telling a lie to a teacher?
"If they hadn't found me, I'd be dead now. Harry stuck his wand up its nose and Ophelia knocked it out with its own club. They didn't have time to come and fetch anyone. It was about to finish me off when they arrived.' I looked at Harry, then at the teachers, and nodded signaling the story was true.
"Miss Granger, you foolish girl, how could you think of tackling a mountain troll on your own?"
I can't believe what I'm hearing, Hermione Granger, the strictest kid I know about rules, was breaking them! AND lying about it!
Miss Granger, five points will be taken from Gryffindor for this,I'm very disappointed in you. If you're not hurt at all, you'd better get off to Gryffindor Tower. Students are finishing the feast in their Houses." Hermione left. Mcgonagall turned to face me and Harry. 'Well, I still say you were lucky, but not many first years could have taken on a full-grown mountain troll. You each win Gryffindor five points. Professor Dumbledore will be informed of this. You may go.'
When she said we can go, I left faster than I've ever left a room in my life. Me and Harry went back to the common room.
A few days passed by, me, Harry, and Hermione were sitting in the great hall for breakfast.
'You have to eat something' Hermione argued with harry
'I'm not hungry'
'A bit of toast'
'No'
'Harry I swear to god, if you don't eat something I will get Fred and George to use their bats on you' I piped in. Hermione giggled and Harry just sighed. He picked up a forkful of eggs and took a bite. Hermione smiled.
A while went by, and Harry was in the dressing room, getting ready. Me, Hermione and Neville were sitting at the Gryffindor side of the quidditch pitch. Waiting for the game to start.
Me, Hermione, Dean, Semus, and Neville, had made a poster for Harry that said 'potter for president.' as everyone flew onto the pitch, we caught sight of harry and started cheering. They mounted their brooms, Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and they were off!
"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor — what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too —" "JORDAN!" "Sorry, Professor." The Weasley twins' friend, Lee Jordan, was doing the commentary for the match, closely watched by Professor McGonagall. "And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, good find of Oliver Wood's — back to Johnson, the Slytherins took the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes — Flint flying he's going to – no, stopped by an excellent move by Oliver Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle — that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice drive around Flint, off up the field and — OUCH — that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger — Quaffle taken by the Slytherins — that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goalposts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger — sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which — nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes — she's really flying — dodges a speeding Bludger — the goalposts are ahead — come on, now, Angelina — Keeper Bletchley dives — misses — GRYFFINDOR SCORE!"
Me, Neville and Hermione jumped up in the air screaming. We sat back down and I began looking for harry.
"Budge up there, move along."
"Hagrid!" Me and Hermione squeezed together to give Hagrid enough space to join them.
"I've been watching from my hut," said Hagrid, patting a large pair of binoculars around his neck, "But it isn't the same as being' in the crowd. No sign of the Snitch yet?"
"Nope,"Harry hasn't had much to do yet. " I replied, still looking for harry.
"Kept outta trouble, though, that's something'," said Hagrid, raising his binoculars and looking skyward. Way up above them, I finally saw Harry gliding over the game.
I saw the snitch, I looked over at Harry, he saw it. He dived downward after the streak of gold. Terence Higgs had seen it. Neck and neck they flew toward the Snitch all the Chasers seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to be doing as they sat still too watch.
Harry was faster than Higgs he put on an extra spurt of speed AND WHAM! A roar of rage echoed from the Gryffindors below. Marcus Flint blocked Harry on purpose, Harry's broom spun off course. "Foul!" screamed all of the Gryffindors, along with me and Hermione, Neville staying quiet. Madam Hooch spoke angrily to Flint and then ordered a free shot at the goalposts for Gryffindor. The Golden Snitch had disappeared from sight again. Dean Thomas was yelling, "Send him off, ref! Red card!"
Another round started. I looked over in the air and noticed that Harry's broom was behaving strangely. It was carrying him higher, away from the game, twitching as it went.
"Dunno what Harry thinks he's doing," Hagrid mumbled. He stared through his binoculars.
"If I didn' know better, I'd say he'd lost control of his broom . . . but he can't have. . . ." people were pointing up at Harry. His broom had started to roll over and over, with him only just managing to hold on. I stood up and covered my eyes not wanting to look. Then the whole crowd gasped. I uncovered my eyes to see Harry's broom had given a jerk and he swung off it. He was now dangling from it, holding on with one hand.
"Did something happen to it when Flint blocked him?" Seamus whispered.
"Can't have," Hagrid said, his voice shaking. " nothing can interfere with a broomstick except powerful Dark magic no kid could do that to a Nimbus Two Thousand." Hermione grabbed Hagrid's binoculars, but instead of looking up at Harry, she started looking at the crowd.
"What are you doing?" I moaned.
"I knew it," Hermione gasped,
"Snape — look." I grabbed the binoculars. Snape was in the middle of the stands Across us. He had his eyes fixed on Harry and was muttering nonstop under his breath.
"He's doing something jinxing the broom," said Hermione.
"What should we do?"
"Leave it to me." Before I could say another word, Hermione had disappeared. I turned the binoculars back on Harry. His broom was moving so fast, it was almost impossible for him to hang on much longer. The whole crowd was on its feet, watching, terrified, as the Weasley twins flew up to try and pull Harry safely onto one of their brooms, but it was no good every time they got near him, the broom would jump higher still. They dropped lower and circled beneath him, obviously hoping to catch him if he fell.
I looked across, over at snape. I saw Hermione, right behind him. Suddenly a big bright yellow flame, admitted onto his robes. 'FIRE' someone yelled, everyone stood up screaming. Snape started stomping on his robes trying to put out the fire.
Harry was speeding toward the ground when I saw him throw his hand to his mouth as though he was about to be sick he hit the field on all fours, coughed and something gold fell into his hand.
"I've got the Snitch!" he shouted, waving it above his head, everyone in Gryffindor stood up and started screaming so loud my ears almost burst, and the game ended in complete confusion. After the game Harry, me, and Hermione went to go talk to Hagrid at his hut.
"Rubbish," said Hagrid,after we told him about what snape had done to harry
"Why would Snape do something' like that?" Harry, and Hermione looked at one another
"I found out something about him," he told Hagrid.
"He tried to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween. It bit him. We think he was trying to steal whatever it's guarding."
Hagrid dropped the teapot. "How do you know about Fluffy?" he said.
"Fluffy?" "Yeah — he's mine — bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub last year — I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the —"
"Yes?" said Harry eagerly.
"Now, don't ask me anymore," said Hagrid gruffly.
"That's top secret, that is."
"But Snape's trying to steal it."
"Rubbish," said Hagrid again. "Snape's a Hogwarts teacher, he'd do nothing' of the sort."
"So why did he just try and kill Harry?" cried Hermione. The afternoon's events certainly seemed to have changed her mind about Snape.
"I know a jinx when I see one, Hagrid, I've read all about them! You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking at all, I saw him!" i argued
"I'm tellin' yeh, your wrong!" said Hagrid hotly.
"I don't know why Harry's broom acted like that, but Snape wouldn't try and' kill a student! Now, listen to me, all three of yeh — yer meddling' in things that don't' concern yeh. It's dangerous. You forget that dog, an' you forget what it's guardian', that's between Professor Dumbledore and' Nicolas Flamel —"
"Aha!" said Harry,
"so there's someone called Nicolas Flamel involved, is there?" Hagrid looked furious with himself.
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