CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Harry was just mounting his broom when Professor McGona-
gall came half marching, half running across the pitch, carrying an
enormous purple megaphone.
Harry’s heart dropped like a stone.
“This match has been canceled,” Professor McGonagall called
through the megaphone, addressing the packed stadium. There were
boos and shouts. Oliver Wood, looking devastated, landed and ran
toward Professor McGonagall without getting off his broomstick.
“But, Professor!” he shouted. “We’ve got to play — the Cup —
Gryffindor —”
Professor McGonagall ignored him and continued to shout
through her megaphone:
“All students are to make their way back to the House common
rooms, where their Heads of Houses will give them further infor-
mation. As quickly as you can, please!”
Then she lowered the megaphone and beckoned Harry over to
her.
“Potter, I think you’d better come with me. . . .”
Wondering how she could possibly suspect him this time, Harry
saw Ron detach himself from the complaining crowd; he came
running up to them as they set off toward the castle. To Harry’s sur-
prise, Professor McGonagall didn’t object.
“Yes, perhaps you’d better come, too, Weasley. . . .”
Some of the students swarming around them were grumbling
about the match being canceled; others looked worried. Harry and
Ron followed Professor McGonagall back into the school and up
the marble staircase. But they weren’t taken to anybody’s office this
time.
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