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"
All
right
there
,
Scarhead
?
"
yelled
Malfoy
,
shooting
underneath
him
as
though
to
show
off
the
speed
of
his
broom
.
Harry
had
no
time
to
reply
.
At
that
very
moment
,
a
heavy
black
Bludger
came
pelting
toward
him
;
he
avoided
it
so
narrowly
that
he
felt
it
ruffle
his
hair
as
it
passed
.
"
Close
one
,
Harry
!
"
said
George
,
streaking
past
him
with
his
club
in
his
hand
,
ready
to
knock
the
Bludger
back
toward
a
Slytherin
.
Harry
saw
George
give
the
Bludger
a
powerful
whack
in
the
direction
of
Adrian
Pucey
,
but
the
Bludger
changed
direction
in
midair
and
shot
straight
for
Harry
again
.
Harry
dropped
quickly
to
avoid
it
,
and
George
managed
to
hit
it
hard
toward
Malfoy
.
Once
again
,
the
Bludger
swerved
like
a
boomerang
and
shot
at
Harry
's
head
.
Harry
put
on
a
burst
of
speed
and
zoomed
toward
the
other
end
of
the
pitch
.
He
could
hear
the
Bludger
whistling
along
behind
him
.
What
was
going
on
?
Bludgers
never
concentrated
on
one
player
like
this
;
it
was
their
job
to
try
and
unseat
as
many
people
as
possible
...
Fred
Weasley
was
waiting
for
the
Bludger
at
the
other
end
.
Harry
ducked
as
Fred
swung
at
the
Bludger
with
all
his
might
;
the
Bludger
was
knocked
off
course
.
"
Gotcha
!
"
Fred
yelled
happily
,
but
he
was
wrong
;
as
though
it
was
magnetically
attracted
to
Harry
,
the
Bludger
pelted
after
him
once
more
and
Harry
was
forced
to
fly
off
at
full
speed
.
It
had
started
to
rain
;
Harry
felt
heavy
drops
fall
onto
his
face
,
splattering
onto
his
glasses
.
He
did
n't
have
a
clue
what
was
going
on
in
the
rest
of
the
game
until
he
heard
Lee
Jordan
,
who
was
commentating
,
say
,
"
Slytherin
lead
,
sixty
points
to
zero
.
The
Slytherins
'
superior
brooms
were
clearly
doing
their
jobs
,
and
meanwhile
the
mad
Bludger
was
doing
all
it
could
to
knock
Harry
out
of
the
air
.
Fred
and
George
were
now
flying
so
close
to
him
on
either
side
that
Harry
could
see
nothing
at
all
except
their
flailing
arms
and
had
no
chance
to
look
for
the
Snitch
,
let
alone
catch
it
.
