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'
--
Pucey
throws
to
Warrington
,
Warrington
to
Montague
,
Montague
back
to
Pucey
--
Johnson
intervenes
,
Johnson
takes
the
Quaffle
,
Johnson
to
Bell
,
this
looks
good
--
I
mean
bad
--
Bell
's
hit
by
a
Bludger
from
Goyle
of
Slytherin
and
it
's
Pucey
in
possession
again
...
'
'
WEASLEY
WAS
BORN
IN
A
BIN
HE
ALWAYS
LETS
THE
QUAFFLE
IN
WEASLEY
WILL
MAKE
SURE
WE
WIN
...
'
But
Harry
had
seen
it
at
last
:
the
tiny
fluttering
Golden
Snitch
was
hovering
feet
from
the
ground
at
the
Slytherin
end
of
the
pitch
.
He
dived
...
In
a
matter
of
seconds
,
Malfoy
was
streaking
out
of
the
sky
on
Harry
's
left
,
a
green
and
silver
blur
lying
flat
on
his
broom
...
The
Snitch
skirted
the
foot
of
one
of
the
goalhoops
and
scooted
off
towards
the
other
side
of
the
stands
;
its
change
of
direction
suited
Malfoy
,
who
was
nearer
;
Harry
pulled
his
Firebolt
around
,
he
and
Malfoy
were
now
neck
and
neck
...
Feet
from
the
ground
,
Harry
lifted
his
right
hand
from
his
broom
,
stretching
towards
the
Snitch
...
to
his
right
,
Malfoy
's
arm
extended
too
,
was
reaching
,
groping
...
It
was
over
in
two
breathless
,
desperate
,
windswept
seconds
--
Harry
's
fingers
closed
around
the
tiny
,
struggling
ball
--
Malfoy
's
fingernails
scrabbled
the
back
of
Harry
's
hand
hopelessly
--
Harry
pulled
his
broom
upwards
,
holding
the
struggling
ball
in
his
hand
and
the
Gryffindor
spectators
screamed
their
approval
...
