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"Well ... all right ... you go after Arthur," said Mrs. Weasley. "Now, when you get into the fire, say where you're going
"Aren't you Lucius Malfoy's son?" said Fred, looking at Malfoy with dislike.
"Rude you was about poor Myrtle." He took a deep breath and bellowed, "OY! MYRTLE!"
"What's the good of that if I'm not on the House team?" said Malfoy, looking sulky and bad-tempered. "Harry Potter got a Nimbus Two Thousand last year. Special permission from Dumbledore so he could play for Gryffindor. He's not even that good, it's just because he's famous ... famous for having a stupid scar on his forehead . . . ."
than he would have liked by Oliver Wood, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
`jealous?"said Malfoy, who didn't need to shout anymore: half the courtyard was listening in. "Of what? I don't want a foul scar right across my head, thanks. I don't think getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself."
"Trust me," said Ron. "We don't want to be found here."
"But don't panic and get out too early; wait until you see Fred and George."
Ron grinned guiltily at Harry.
"Yes," said Harry as they left the castle and started across the dew- drenched grass. "And there's the Keeper, too. He guards the goal posts. That's it, really."
"Yes," said Harry heavily, resigned to explaining the complicated rules of Quidditch. "They're called Bludgers. There are two Beaters
Harry's whole body went numb. Dumbledore was looking unusually grave. He stared down his very crooked nose at them, and
He fell, face forward, onto cold stone and felt the bridge of his glasses snap.
"It's a simple matter if you know what you're doing!" Lockhart was saying loudly to Hagrid. "If you need help, you know where I am! I'll let you have a copy of my book. I'm surprised you haven't already got one - I'll sign one tonight and send it over. Well, good-bye!" And he strode away toward the castle.