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Swearing
angrily
,
Harry
spun
round
and
set
off
around
the
pitch
again
,
scanning
the
skies
for
some
sign
of
the
tiny
,
winged
golden
ball
.
Ginny
and
Demelza
scored
a
goal
apiece
,
giving
the
red-and-gold-clad
supporters
below
something
to
cheer
about
.
Then
Cadwallader
scored
again
,
making
things
level
,
but
Luna
did
not
seem
to
have
noticed
;
she
appeared
singularly
uninterested
in
such
mundane
things
as
the
score
,
and
kept
attempting
to
draw
the
crowd
's
attention
to
such
things
as
interestingly
shaped
clouds
and
the
possibility
that
Zacharias
Smith
,
who
had
so
far
failed
to
maintain
possession
of
the
Quaffle
for
longer
than
a
minute
,
was
suffering
from
something
called
"
Loser
's
Lurgy
.
"
"
Seventy-forty
to
Hufflepuff
!
"
barked
Professor
McGonagall
into
Luna
's
megaphone
.
"
Is
it
,
already
?
"
said
Luna
vaguely
.
"
Oh
,
look
!
The
Gryffindor
Keeper
's
got
hold
of
one
of
the
Beater
's
bats
.
"
Harry
spun
around
in
midair
.
Sure
enough
,
McLaggen
,
for
reasons
best
known
to
himself
,
had
pulled
Peakes
's
bat
from
him
and
appeared
to
be
demonstrating
how
to
hit
a
Bludger
toward
an
oncoming
Cadwallader
.
"
Will
you
give
him
back
his
bat
and
get
back
to
the
goalposts
!
"
roared
Harry
,
pelting
toward
McLaggen
just
as
McLaggen
took
a
ferocious
swipe
at
the
Bludger
and
mishit
it
.
A
blinding
,
sickening
pain
...
a
flash
of
light
...
a
distant
scream
...
and
the
sensation
of
falling
down
a
long
tunnel
...
And
the
next
thing
Harry
knew
,
he
was
lying
in
a
remarkably
warm
and
comfortable
bed
and
looking
up
at
a
lamp
that
was
throwing
a
circle
of
golden
light
onto
a
shadowy
ceiling
.
He
raised
his
head
awkwardly
.
There
on
his
left
was
a
familiar-looking
,
freckly
,
red-haired
person
.
"
Nice
of
you
to
drop
in
,
"
said
Ron
,
grinning
.
Harry
blinked
and
looked
around
.
Of
course
:
he
was
in
the
hospital
wing
.
The
sky
outside
was
indigo
streaked
with
crimson
.
The
match
must
have
finished
hours
ago
...
as
had
any
hope
of
cornering
Malfoy
.
Harry
's
head
felt
strangely
heavy
;
he
raised
a
hand
and
felt
a
stiff
turban
of
bandages
.
