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"
Dragomir
Gorgovitch
,
Chaser
,
transferred
to
the
Chudley
Cannons
for
a
record
fee
two
years
ago
.
Record
holder
for
most
Quaffle
drops
in
a
season
.
"
"
No
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
I
'm
definitely
not
thinking
of
Gorgovitch
.
"
"
I
try
not
to
either
,
"
said
Ron
.
"
Well
,
happy
birthday
anyway
.
"
"
Wow
--
that
's
right
,
I
forgot
!
I
'm
seventeen
!
"
Harry
seized
the
wand
lying
beside
his
camp
bed
,
pointed
it
at
the
cluttered
desk
where
he
had
left
his
glasses
,
and
said
,
"
Accio
Glasses
!
"
Although
they
were
only
around
a
foot
away
,
there
was
something
immensely
satisfying
about
seeing
them
zoom
toward
him
,
at
least
until
they
poked
him
in
the
eye
.
"
Slick
,
"
snorted
Ron
.
Reveling
in
the
removal
of
his
Trace
,
Harry
sent
Ron
's
possessions
flying
around
the
room
,
causing
Pigwidgeon
to
wake
up
and
flutter
excitedly
around
his
cage
.
Harry
also
tried
tying
the
laces
of
his
trainers
by
magic
(
the
resultant
knot
took
several
minutes
to
untie
by
hand
)
and
,
purely
for
the
pleasure
of
it
,
turned
the
orange
robes
on
Ron
's
Chudley
Cannons
posters
bright
blue
.
"
I
'd
do
your
fly
by
hand
,
though
,
"
Ron
advised
Harry
,
sniggering
when
Harry
immediately
checked
it
.
"
Here
's
your
present
.
Unwrap
it
up
here
,
it
's
not
for
my
mother
's
eyes
.
"
"
A
book
?
"
said
Harry
as
he
took
the
rectangular
parcel
.
"
Bit
of
a
departure
from
tradition
,
is
n't
it
?
"
