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Harry
smiled
back
vaguely
,
but
as
he
pulled
on
his
scarlet
robes
his
mind
was
far
from
Quidditch
.
Malfoy
had
once
before
claimed
he
could
not
play
due
to
injury
,
but
on
that
occasion
he
had
made
sure
the
whole
match
was
rescheduled
for
a
time
that
suited
the
Slytherins
better
.
Why
was
he
now
happy
to
let
a
substitute
go
on
?
Was
he
really
ill
,
or
was
he
faking
?
"
Fishy
,
is
n't
it
?
"
he
said
in
an
undertone
to
Ron
.
"
Malfoy
not
playing
?
"
"
Lucky
,
I
call
it
,
"
said
Ron
,
looking
slightly
more
animated
.
"
And
Vaisey
off
too
,
he
's
their
best
goal
scorer
,
I
did
n't
fancy
--
hey
!
"
he
said
suddenly
,
freezing
halfway
through
pulling
on
his
Keepers
gloves
and
staring
at
Harry
.
"
What
?
"
"
I.
.
.
you
...
"
Ron
had
dropped
his
voice
,
he
looked
both
scared
and
excited
.
"
My
drink
...
my
pumpkin
juice
...
you
did
n't
...
?
"
Harry
raised
his
eyebrows
,
but
said
nothing
except
,
"
We
'll
be
starting
in
about
five
minutes
,
you
'd
better
get
your
boots
on
.
"
They
walked
out
onto
the
pitch
to
tumultuous
roars
and
boos
.
One
end
of
the
stadium
was
solid
red
and
gold
;
the
other
,
a
sea
of
green
and
silver
.
Many
Hufflepuffs
and
Ravenclaws
had
taken
sides
too
:
amidst
all
the
yelling
and
clapping
Harry
could
distinctly
hear
the
roar
of
Luna
Lovegood
's
famous
lion-topped
hat
.
Harry
stepped
up
to
Madam
Hooch
,
the
referee
,
who
was
standing
ready
to
release
the
balls
from
the
crate
.
"
Captains
shake
hands
,
"
she
said
,
and
Harry
had
his
hand
crushed
by
the
new
Slytherin
Captain
,
Urquhart
.
"
Mount
your
brooms
.
On
the
whistle
...
three
...
two
...
one
...
"
