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The second Bludger grazed Harry's elbow。 The other Beater； Bole； was closing in。
Harry had a fleeting glimpse of Bole and Derrick zooming toward him； clubs raised
He turned the Firebolt upward at the last second； and Bole and Derrick collided with a sickening crunch。
〃Ha haaa！〃 yelled Lee Jordan as the Slytherin Beaters lurched away from each other； clutching their heads。 〃Too bad； boys！ You'll need to get up earlier than that to beat a Firebold And it's Gryffindor in possession again； as Johnson takes the Quaffle Flint alongside her poke him in the eye； Angelina！ it was a joke； Professor； it was a joke oh no Flint in possession； Flint flying toward the Gryffindor goal posts； e on now； Wood； save ！〃
But Flint had scored； there was an eruption of cheers from the Slytherin end； and Lee swore so badly that Professor McGonagall tried to tug the magical megaphone away from him。
〃Sorry； Professor； sorry！ WoiA happen again！ So； Gryffindor in the lead； thirty points to ten； and Gryffindor in possession 〃
it was turning into the dirtiest game Harry had ever played in。 Enraged that Gryffindor had taken such an early lead； the Slytherins were rapidly resorting to any means to take the Quaffle。 Bole hit Alicia with his club and tried to say he'd thought she was a Bludger。 George Weasley elbowed Bole in the face in retaliation。 Madam Hooch awarded both teams penalties； and Wood pulled off another spectacular save； making the score forty…ten to Gryffindor。
The Snitch had disappeared again。 Malfoy was still keeping close to Harry as he soared over the match； looking around for it once Gryffindor was fifty points ahead …
Katie scored。 Fifty…ten。 Fred and George Weasley were swooping around her； clubs raised； in case any of the Slytherins were thinking of revenge。 Bole and Derrick took advantage of Fred's and George's absence to aim both Bludgers at Wood； they caught him in the stomach； one after the other； and he rolled over in the air； clutching his broom； pletely winded。
Madam Hooch was beside herself
〃YOU DO NOT ATTACK THE KEEPER UNLESS THE QUAFFLE IS WITHIN THE SCORING AREA！〃 she shrieked at Bole and Derrick。 〃Gryffindor penalty！〃
And Angelina scored。 Sixty…ten。 Moments later； Fred Weasley pelted a Bludger at Warrington； knocking the Quaffle Out of his hands； Alicia seized it and put it through the Slytherin goal seventy…ten。
The Gryffindor crowd below was screaming itself hoarse Gryffindor was sixty points in the lead； and if Harry caught the Snitch now； the Cup was theirs。 Harry could almost feel hundreds of eyes following him as he soared around the field； high above the rest of the game； with Malfoy speeding along behind him。
And then he saw it。 The Snitch was sparkling twenty feet above him。
Harry put on a huge burst of speed； the wind was roaring in his ears； he stretched out his hand； but suddenly； the Firebolt was slowing down
Horrified； he looked around。 Malfoy had thrown himself forward； grabbed hold of the Firebolt's tail； and was pulling it back。
〃You 〃
Harry was angry enough to hit Malfoy； but couldn't reach Malfoy was panting with the effort of holding onto the Firebolt； but his eyes were sparkling maliciously。 He had achieved what he'd wanted to do the Snitch had disappeared again。
〃Penalty！ Penalty to Gryffindor！ I've never seen such tactics。〃 Madam Hooch screeched； shooting up to where Malfoy was sliding back onto his Nimbus Two Thousand and One。
〃YOU CHEATING SCUM！〃 Lee Jordan was howling into the megaphone； dancing out of Professor McGonagall's reach。 〃YOU FILTHY； CHEATING B 〃
Pprofessor McGonagall didn't even bother to tell him off She was actually shaking her finger in Malfoys direction； her hat had fallen off； and she too was shouting furiously。
Alicia took Gryffindor's penalty； but she was so angry she missed by several feet。 The Gryffindor team was losing concentration and the Slytherins； delighted by Malfoy's foul on Harry； were being spurred on to greater heights。
〃Slytherin in possession； Slytherin heading for goal Montague scores 〃 Lee groaned。 〃Seventy… twenty to Gryffindor。。。〃
Harry was now marking Malfoy so closely their knees kept hitting each other。 Harry wasn't going to let Malfoy anywhere near the Snitch。。。。
〃Get out of it； Potter！〃 Malfoy yelled in frustration as he tried to turn and found Harry blocking him。
〃Angelina Johnson gets the Quaffle for Gryffindor； e on； Angelina； E ON！〃
Harry looked around。 Every single Slytherin player apart from Malfoy was streaking up the pitch toward Angelina； including the Slytherin Keeper they were all going to block her
Harry wheeled the Firebolt around； bent so low he was lying flat along the handle； and kicked it forward。 Like a bullet； he shot toward the Slytherins。
〃AAAAAAARRRGH！〃
They scattered as the Firebolt zoomed toward them； Angelina's Way was clear。
〃SHE SCORES！ SHE SCORES！ Gryffindor leads by eighty Points to twenty！〃
Harry； who had almost pelted headlong into the stands； skidded to a halt in midair； reversed； and zoomed back into the middle of the field。
And then he saw something to make his heart stand still。 Malfoy was diving； a look of triumph on his face there； a few feet above the grass below； was a tiny； golden glimmer …
Harry urged the Firebolt downward； but Malfoy was miles ahead …
〃Go！ Go！ Go！〃 Harry urged his broom。 He was gaining on Malfay Harry flattened himself to the broom handle as Bole sent a Bludger at him he was at Malfoy's ankles he was level
Harry threw himself forward； took both hands off his broom。 He knocked Malfoy's arm out of the way and
〃YES！〃
He pulled out of his dive； his hand in the air； and the stadium exploded。 Harry soared above the crowd； an odd ringing in his ears。 The tiny golden ball was held tight in his fist； beating its wings hopelessly against his fingers。
Then Wood was speeding toward him； half…blinded by tears； he seized Harry around the neck and sobbed unrestrainedly into his shoulder。 Harry felt two large thumps as Fred and George hit them； then Angelina's； Alicia's； and Katie's voices； 〃We've won the Cup！ We've won the Cup！〃 Tangled together in a many…armed hug； the Gryffindor team sank； yelling hoarsely； back to earth。
Wave upon wave of crimson supporters was pouring over the barriers onto the field。 Hands were raining down on their backs。 Harry had a confused impression of noise and bodies pressing in on him。 Then he； and the rest of the team； were hoisted onto the shoulders of the crowd。 Thrust into the light； he saw Hagrid； Plastered with crimson rosettes 〃Yeh beat 'em； Harry； yeh beat 'em！
Wait till I tell Buckbeak！〃 There was Percy； jumping up and down like a maniac； all dignity forgotten。 Professor McGonagall was sobbing harder even than Wood； wiping her eyes with an enormous Gryffindor flag； and there； fighting their way toward Harry； were Ron and Hermione。 Words failed them。 They simply beamed as Harry was borne toward the stands； where Dumbledore stood waiting with the enormous Quidditch Cup。
If only there had been a dementor around。。。。 As a sobbing Wood passed Harry the Cup； as he lifted it into the air； Harry felt he could have produced the world's best Patronus。
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
PROFESSOR TRELAWNEY'S PREDICTION
Harry's euphoria at finally winning the Quidditch Cup lasted at least a week。 Even the weather seemed to be celebrating； as June approached； the days became cloudless and sultry； and all anybody felt like doing was strolling onto the grounds and flopping down on the grass with several pints of iced pumpkin juice； perhaps playing a casual game of Gobstones or watching the giant squid propel itself dreamily across the surface of the lake。
But they couldn't。 Exams were nearly upon them； and instead of lazing around outside； the students were forced to remain inside the castle； trying to bully their brains into concentrating while enticing wafts of summer air drifted in through the windows。 Even Fred and George Weasley had been spotted working； they were about to take their O。W。L。s （Ordinary Wizarding Levels）。 Percy was getting ready to take his N。E。W。T。s （Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests）； the highest qualification Hogwarts offered。 As Percy hoped to enter the Ministry of Magic； he needed top grades。 He was being increasingly edgy； and gave very severe punishments to anybody who disturbed the quiet of the mon room in the evenings。 In fact； the only person who seemed more anxious than Percy was Hermione。
Harry and Ron had given up asking her how she was managing to attend several classes at once； but they couldn't restrain themselves when they saw the exam schedule she had drawn up for herself。 The first column read：
Monday
9 o'clock； Arithmancy
9 o'clock； Transfiguration
Lunch
1 o'clock； Charms
1 o'clock； Ancient Runes
〃Hermione？〃 Ron said cautiously； because she was liable to explode when interrupted these days。 〃Er are you sure you've copied down these times right？〃
〃What？〃 snapped Hermione； picking up the exam schedule and examining it。 〃Yes； of course I have。〃
〃Is there any point asking how you're going to sit for two exams at once？〃 said Harry。
〃No；〃 said Hermione shortly。 〃Have either of you seen my copy of Numerology and Gramatica？〃
〃Oh； yeah； I borrowed it for a bit of bedtime reading；〃 said Ron； but very quietly。 Hermione started shifting heaps of parchment Harry； Ron； and Hermione plenty of opportunity to speak to Hagrid。
〃Beaky's gettin' a bit depressed；〃 Hagrid told them； bending low on the pretense of checking that Harry's flobberworm was still alive。 〃Bin cooped up too long。 But still。。。 we'll know day after tomorrow one way or the other 〃
They had Potions that afternoon； which was an unqualified disaster。 Try as Harry might； he couldn't get his Confusing Concoction to thicken； and Snape； standing watch with an air of vindictive pleasure； scribbled something that looked suspiciously like a zero onto his notes before moving away。
Then came Astronomy at midnight； up on the tallest tower； History of Magic on Wednesday morning； in which Harry scribbled everything Florean Fortescue had ever told him about medieval witch…hunts； while wishing he could have had one of Fortescue's choco…nut sundaes with him in the stifling classroom。 Wednesday afternoon meant Herbology； in the greenhouses under a baking…hot sun； then back to the mon room once more； with sunburnt necks； thinking longingly of this time next day； when it would all be over。
Their second to last exam； on Thursday morning； was Defense Against the Dark Arts。 Professor Lupin had piled the most unusual exam any of them had ever taken； a sort of obstacle course outside in the sun； where they had to wade across a deep paddling pool containing a grindylow； cross a series of potholes full of Red Caps； squish their way across a patch of marsh while ignoring misleading directions from a hinkypunk； then climb into an old trunk and battle with a new boggart。
〃Excellent； Harry；〃 Lupin muttered as Harry climbed out of the trunk； grinning。 〃Full marks。〃
Flushed with his success； Harry hung around to watch Ron and Hermione。 Ron did very well until he reached the hinkypunk； which successfully confused him into sinking waist…high into the quagmire。 Hermione did everything perfectly until she reached the trunk with the boggart in it。 After about a minute inside it； she burst out again； screaming。
〃Hermione！〃 said Lupin； startled。 〃What's the matter？〃
〃P P Professor McGonagall！〃 Hermione gasped； pointing into the trunk。 〃Sh she said I'd failed everything！〃
It took a little while to calm Hermione down。 When at last she had regained a grip on herself； she； Harry； and Ron went back to the castle。 Ron was still slightly inclined to laugh at Hermione's boggart； but an argument was averted by the sight that met them on the top of the steps。
Cornelius Fudge； sweating slightly in his pinstriped cloak； was standing there staring out at the grounds。 He started at the sight of Harry。
〃Hello there； Harry！〃 he said。 〃Just had an exam； I expect？ Nearly finished？〃
〃Yes；〃 said Harry。 Hermione and Ron； not being on spe