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"
Malfoy
's
got
my
Remembrall
,
Professor
.
"
Scowling
,
Malfoy
quickly
dropped
the
Remembrall
back
on
the
table
.
"
Just
looking
,
"
he
said
,
and
he
sloped
away
with
Crabbe
and
Goyle
behind
him
.
At
three-thirty
that
afternoon
,
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
the
other
Gryffindors
hurried
down
the
front
steps
onto
the
grounds
for
their
first
flying
lesson
.
It
was
a
clear
,
breezy
day
,
and
the
grass
rippled
under
their
feet
as
they
marched
down
the
sloping
lawns
toward
a
smooth
,
flat
lawn
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
grounds
to
the
forbidden
forest
,
whose
trees
were
swaying
darkly
in
the
distance
.
The
Slytherins
were
already
there
,
and
so
were
twenty
broomsticks
lying
in
neat
lines
on
the
ground
.
Harry
had
heard
Fred
and
George
Weasley
complain
about
the
school
brooms
,
saying
that
some
of
them
started
to
vibrate
if
you
flew
too
high
,
or
always
flew
slightly
to
the
left
.
Their
teacher
,
Madam
Hooch
,
arrived
.
She
had
short
,
gray
hair
,
and
yellow
eyes
like
a
hawk
.
"
Well
,
what
are
you
all
waiting
for
?
"
she
barked
.
"
Everyone
stand
by
a
broomstick
.
Come
on
,
hurry
up
.
"
Harry
glanced
down
at
his
broom
.
It
was
old
and
some
of
the
twigs
stuck
out
at
odd
angles
.
"
Stick
out
your
right
hand
over
your
broom
,
"
called
Madam
Hooch
at
the
front
,
"
and
say
'
Up
!
'
"
"
UP
"
everyone
shouted
.
