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"
You
do
n't
know
that
you
'll
make
a
fool
of
yourself
,
"
said
Ron
reasonably
.
"
Anyway
,
I
know
Malfoy
's
always
going
on
about
how
good
he
is
at
Quidditch
,
but
I
bet
that
's
all
talk
.
"
Malfoy
certainly
did
talk
about
flying
a
lot
.
He
complained
loudly
about
first
years
never
getting
on
the
house
Quidditch
teams
and
told
long
,
boastful
stories
that
always
seemed
to
end
with
him
narrowly
escaping
Muggles
in
helicopters
.
He
was
n't
the
only
one
,
though
:
the
way
Seamus
Finnigan
told
it
,
he
'd
spent
most
of
his
childhood
zooming
around
the
countryside
on
his
broomstick
.
Even
Ron
would
tell
anyone
who
'd
listen
about
the
time
he
'd
almost
hit
a
hang
glider
on
Charlie
's
old
broom
.
Everyone
from
wizarding
families
talked
about
Quidditch
constantly
.
Ron
had
already
had
a
big
argument
with
Dean
Thomas
,
who
shared
their
dormitory
,
about
soccer
.
Ron
could
n't
see
what
was
exciting
about
a
game
with
only
one
ball
where
no
one
was
allowed
to
fly
.
Harry
had
caught
Ron
prodding
Dean
's
poster
of
West
Ham
soccer
team
,
trying
to
make
the
players
move
.
Neville
had
never
been
on
a
broomstick
in
his
life
,
because
his
grandmother
had
never
let
him
near
one
.
Privately
,
Harry
felt
she
'd
had
good
reason
,
because
Neville
managed
to
have
an
extraordinary
number
of
accidents
even
with
both
feet
on
the
ground
.
Hermione
Granger
was
almost
as
nervous
about
flying
as
Neville
was
.
This
was
something
you
could
n't
learn
by
heart
out
of
a
book
--
not
that
she
had
n't
tried
.
At
breakfast
on
Thursday
she
bored
them
all
stupid
with
flying
tips
she
'd
gotten
out
of
a
library
book
called
Quidditch
Through
the
Ages
.
Neville
was
hanging
on
to
her
every
word
,
desperate
for
anything
that
might
help
him
hang
on
to
his
broomstick
later
,
but
everybody
else
was
very
pleased
when
Hermione
's
lecture
was
interrupted
by
the
arrival
of
the
mail
.
Harry
had
n't
had
a
single
letter
since
Hagrid
's
note
,
something
that
Malfoy
had
been
quick
to
notice
,
of
course
.
Malfoy
's
eagle
owl
was
always
bringing
him
packages
of
sweets
from
home
,
which
he
opened
gloatingly
at
the
Slytherin
table
.
A
barn
owl
brought
Neville
a
small
package
from
his
grandmother
.
He
opened
it
excitedly
and
showed
them
a
glass
ball
the
size
of
a
large
marble
,
which
seemed
to
be
full
of
white
smoke
.
"
It
's
a
Remembrall
!
"
he
explained
.
"
Gran
knows
I
forget
things
--
this
tells
you
if
there
's
something
you
've
forgotten
to
do
.
Look
,
you
hold
it
tight
like
this
and
if
it
turns
red
--
oh
...
"
His
face
fell
,
because
the
Remembrall
had
suddenly
glowed
scarlet
,
"
...
you
've
forgotten
something
...
"
Neville
was
trying
to
remember
what
he
'd
forgotten
when
Draco
Malfoy
,
who
was
passing
the
Gryffindor
table
,
snatched
the
Remembrall
out
of
his
hand
.
Harry
and
Ron
jumped
to
their
feet
.
They
were
half
hoping
for
a
reason
to
fight
Malfoy
,
but
Professor
McGonagall
,
who
could
spot
trouble
quicker
than
any
teacher
in
the
school
,
was
there
in
a
flash
.
"
What
's
going
on
?
"
