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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 goi