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And
there
was
the
Horntail
,
at
the
other
end
of
the
enclosure
,
crouched
low
over
her
clutch
of
eggs
,
her
wings
half-furled
,
her
evil
,
yellow
eyes
upon
him
,
a
monstrous
,
scaly
,
black
lizard
,
thrashing
her
spiked
tail
,
heaving
yard-long
gouge
marks
in
the
hard
ground
.
The
crowd
was
making
a
great
deal
of
noise
,
but
whether
friendly
or
not
,
Harry
did
n't
know
or
care
.
It
was
time
to
do
what
he
had
to
do
...
to
focus
his
mind
,
entirely
and
absolutely
,
upon
the
thing
that
was
his
only
chance
.
He
raised
his
wand
.
"
Accio
Firebolt
!
"
he
shouted
.
Harry
waited
,
every
fiber
of
him
hoping
,
praying
...
.
If
it
had
n't
worked
...
if
it
was
n't
coming
...
He
seemed
to
be
looking
at
everything
around
him
through
some
sort
of
shimmering
,
transparent
barrier
,
like
a
heat
haze
,
which
made
the
enclosure
and
the
hundreds
of
faces
around
him
swim
strangely
...
.
And
then
he
heard
it
,
speeding
through
the
air
behind
him
;
he
turned
and
saw
his
Firebolt
hurtling
toward
him
around
the
edge
of
the
woods
,
soaring
into
the
enclosure
,
and
stopping
dead
in
midair
beside
him
,
waiting
for
him
to
mount
.
The
crowd
was
making
even
more
noise
...
.
Bagman
was
shouting
something
...
but
Harry
's
ears
were
not
working
properly
anymore
...
listening
was
n't
important
...
.
He
swung
his
leg
over
the
broom
and
kicked
off
from
the
ground
.
And
a
second
later
,
something
miraculous
happened
...
.
As
he
soared
upward
,
as
the
wind
rushed
through
his
hair
,
as
the
crowd
's
faces
became
mere
flesh-colored
pinpnicks
below
,
and
the
Horntail
shrank
to
the
size
of
a
dog
,
he
realized
that
he
had
left
not
only
the
ground
behind
,
but
also
his
fear
...
.
He
was
back
where
he
belonged
...
.
This
was
just
another
Quidditch
match
,
that
was
all
...
just
another
Quidditch
match
,
and
that
Horntail
was
just
another
ugly
opposing
team
...
.
He
looked
down
at
the
clutch
of
eggs
and
spotted
the
gold
one
,
gleaming
against
its
cement-colored
fellows
,
residing
safely
between
the
dragon
's
front
legs
.
"
Okay
,
"
Harry
told
himself
,
"
diversionary
tactics
...
let
's
go
...
"
He
dived
.
The
Horntail
's
head
followed
him
;
he
knew
what
it
was
going
to
do
and
pulled
out
of
the
dive
just
in
time
;
a
jet
of
fire
had
been
released
exactly
where
he
would
have
been
had
he
not
swerved
away
...
but
Harry
did
n't
care
...
that
was
no
more
than
dodging
a
Bludger
...
.
