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He
could
hear
girls
'
voices
screaming
,
Malfoy
yelling
,
George
swearing
,
a
whistle
blowing
and
the
bellowing
of
the
crowd
around
him
,
but
he
did
not
care
.
Not
until
somebody
in
the
vicinity
yelled
'
Impedimenta
!
'
and
he
was
knocked
over
backwards
by
the
force
of
the
spell
,
did
he
abandon
the
attempt
to
punch
every
inch
of
Malfoy
he
could
reach
.
'
What
do
you
think
you
're
doing
?
'
screamed
Madam
Hooch
,
as
Harry
leapt
to
his
feet
.
It
seemed
to
have
been
her
who
had
hit
him
with
the
Impediment
Jinx
;
she
was
holding
her
whistle
in
one
hand
and
a
wand
in
the
other
;
her
broom
lay
abandoned
several
feet
away
.
Malfoy
was
curled
up
on
the
ground
,
whimpering
and
moaning
,
his
nose
bloody
;
George
was
sporting
a
swollen
lip
;
Fred
was
still
being
forcibly
restrained
by
the
three
Chasers
,
and
Crabbe
was
cackling
in
the
background
.
'
I
've
never
seen
behaviour
like
it
--
back
up
to
the
castle
,
both
of
you
,
and
straight
to
your
Head
of
House
's
office
!
Go
!
Now
.
'
Harry
and
George
turned
on
their
heels
and
marched
off
the
pitch
,
both
panting
,
neither
saying
a
word
to
the
other
.
The
howling
and
jeering
of
the
crowd
grew
fainter
and
fainter
until
they
reached
the
Entrance
Hall
,
where
they
could
hear
nothing
except
the
sound
of
their
own
footsteps
.
Harry
became
aware
that
something
was
still
struggling
in
his
right
hand
,
the
knuckles
of
which
he
had
bruised
against
Malfoy
's
jaw
.
Looking
down
,
he
saw
the
Snitch
's
silver
wings
protruding
from
between
his
fingers
,
struggling
for
release
.
They
had
barely
reached
the
door
of
Professor
McGonagalls
office
when
she
came
marching
along
the
corridor
behind
them
.
She
was
wearing
a
Gryffindor
scarf
,
but
tore
it
from
her
throat
with
shaking
hands
as
she
strode
towards
them
,
looking
livid
.
'
In
!
'
she
said
furiously
,
pointing
to
the
door
.
Harry
and
George
entered
.
She
strode
around
behind
her
desk
and
faced
them
,
quivering
with
rage
as
she
threw
the
Gryffindor
scarf
aside
on
to
the
floor
.
'
Well
?
'
she
said
.
'
I
have
never
seen
such
a
disgraceful
exhibition
.
Two
on
one
!
Explain
yourselves
!
'
'M
alfoy
provoked
us
,
'
said
Harry
stiffly
.
'
Provoked
you
?
'
shouted
Professor
McGonagall
,
slamming
a
fist
on
to
her
desk
so
that
her
tartan
tin
slid
sideways
off
it
and
burst
open
,
littering
the
floor
with
Ginger
Newts
.
'
He
'd
just
lost
,
had
n't
he
?
Of
course
he
wanted
to
provoke
you
!
But
what
on
earth
he
can
have
said
that
justified
what
you
two
--
'
