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"I knew it," Hermione gasped, "Snape -- look."
Hedwig hadn't brought Harry anything so far. She sometimes flew in to nibble his ear and have a bit of toast before going off to sleep in the owlery with the other school owls. This morning, however, she fluttered down between the marmalade and the sugar bowl and dropped a note onto Harry's plate. Harry tore it open at once. It said, in a very untidy scrawl:
Snape was still ignoring Hermione's quivering hand.
It was Quidditch Through the Ages. Harry showed him.
"You've got to stand up to him, Neville!" said Ron. "He's used to walking all over people, but that's no reason to lie down in front of him and make it easier."
Wood reached into the crate and took out the fourth and last ball. Compared with the Quaffle and the Bludgers, it was tiny, about the size of a large walnut. It was bright gold and had little fluttering silver wings.
"P for prefect! Get it on, Percy, come on, we're all wearing ours, even Harry got one."
"You are not."
"Nearly there!" Harry panted as they reached the corridor beneath the tallest tower.
"Go away." "All right, but I warned you, you just remember what I said when you're on the train home tomorrow, you're so --"
"He's heading for the third floor," Harry said, but Ron held up his hand.
Harry left the locker room alone some time later, to take his Nimbus Two Thousand back to the broomshed. He couldn't ever remember feeling happier. He'd really done something to be proud of now -- no one could say he was just a famous name any more. The evening air had never smelled so sweet. He walked over the damp grass, reliving the last hour in his head, which was a happy blur: Gryffindors running to lift him onto their shoulders; Ron and Hermione in the distance, jumping up and down, Ron cheering through a heavy nosebleed.
"Shut up, both of you!" said Harry sharply. I heard something."
"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
"I know," Ron snapped. "Don't nag."
Hermione had fought her way across to the stand where Snape stood, and was now racing along the row behind him; she didn't even stop to say sorry as she knocked Professor Quirrell headfirst into the row in front. Reaching Snape, she crouched down, pulled out her wand, and whispered a few, well- chosen words. Bright blue flames shot from her wand onto the hem of Snape's robes.