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'
Crabbe
and
Goyle
are
in
the
same
mould
,
'
Harry
assured
her
.
They
could
hear
hundreds
of
footsteps
mounting
the
banked
benches
of
the
spectators
'
stands
.
Some
people
were
singing
,
though
Harry
could
not
make
out
the
words
.
He
was
starting
to
feel
nervous
,
but
he
knew
his
butterflies
were
as
nothing
compared
to
Ron
's
,
who
was
clutching
his
stomach
and
staring
straight
ahead
again
,
his
jaw
set
and
his
complexion
pale
grey
.
'
It
's
time
,
'
said
Angelina
in
a
hushed
voice
,
looking
at
her
watch
.
'
C'mon
everyone
...
good
luck
.
'
The
team
rose
,
shouldered
their
brooms
and
marched
in
single
file
out
of
the
changing
room
and
into
the
dazzling
sunlight
,
A
roar
of
sound
greeted
them
in
which
Harry
could
still
hear
singing
,
though
it
was
muffled
by
the
cheers
and
whistles
.
The
Slytherin
team
was
standing
waiting
for
them
.
They
,
too
,
were
wearing
those
silver
crown-shaped
badges
.
The
new
Captain
,
Montague
,
was
built
along
the
same
lines
as
Dudley
Dursley
with
massive
forearms
like
hairy
hams
.
Behind
him
lurked
Crabbe
and
Goyle
,
almost
as
large
,
blinking
stupidly
in
the
sunlight
,
swinging
their
new
Beaters
'
bats
.
Malfoy
stood
to
one
side
,
the
sunlight
gleaming
on
his
white-blond
head
.
He
caught
Harry
's
eye
and
smirked
,
tapping
the
crown-shaped
badge
on
his
chest
.
'
Captains
,
shake
hands
,
'
ordered
the
referee
Madam
Hooch
,
as
Angelina
and
Montague
reached
each
other
.
Harry
could
tell
that
Montague
was
trying
to
crush
Angelina
's
fingers
,
though
she
did
not
wince
.
'M
ount
your
brooms
...
'
Madam
Hooch
placed
her
whistle
in
her
mouth
and
blew
.
The
balls
were
released
and
the
fourteen
players
shot
upwards
.
Out
of
the
corner
of
his
eye
Harry
saw
Ron
streak
off
towards
the
goalhoops
.
Harry
zoomed
higher
,
dodging
a
Bludger
,
and
set
off
on
a
wide
lap
of
the
pitch
,
gazing
around
for
a
glint
of
gold
;
on
the
other
side
of
the
stadium
,
Draco
Malfoy
was
doing
exactly
the
same
.
'
And
it
's
Johnson
--
Johnson
with
the
Quaffle
,
what
a
player
that
girl
is
,
I
've
been
saying
it
for
years
but
she
still
wo
n't
go
out
with
me
--
'
'
JORDAN
!
'
yelled
Professor
McGonagall
.
