CHAPTER ELEVEN
Gryffindor — what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather at-
tractive, too —”
“JORDAN!”
“Sorry, Professor.”
The Weasley twins’ friend, Lee Jordan, was doing the commen-
tary for the match, closely watched by Professor McGonagall.
“And she’s really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia
Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood’s, last year only a reserve —
back to Johnson and — no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle,
Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he
goes — Flint flying like an eagle up there — he’s going to sc- no,
stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and
the Gryffindors take the Quaffle — that’s Chaser Katie Bell of
Gryffindor there, nice dive 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 goal posts, 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
goal posts are ahead — come on, now, Angelina — Keeper Bletch-
ley dives — misses — GRYFFINDORS SCORE!”
Gryffindor cheers filled the cold air, with howls and moans from
the Slytherins.
“Budge up there, move along.”
“Hagrid!”
Ron and Hermione squeezed together to give Hagrid enough
space to join them.
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