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"
I
think
I
'll
leave
it
somewhere
for
Longbottom
to
find
--
how
about
--
up
a
tree
?
"
"
Give
it
here
!
"
Harry
yelled
,
but
Malfoy
had
leapt
onto
his
broomstick
and
taken
off
.
He
had
n't
been
lying
,
he
could
fly
well
.
Hovering
level
with
the
topmost
branches
of
an
oak
he
called
,
"
Come
and
get
it
,
Potter
!
"
Harry
grabbed
his
broom
.
"
No
!
"
shouted
Hermione
Granger
.
"
Madam
Hooch
told
us
not
to
move
--
you
'll
get
us
all
into
trouble
.
"
Harry
ignored
her
.
Blood
was
pounding
in
his
ears
.
He
mounted
the
broom
and
kicked
hard
against
the
ground
and
up
,
up
he
soared
;
air
rushed
through
his
hair
,
and
his
robes
whipped
out
behind
him
--
and
in
a
rush
of
fierce
joy
he
realized
he
'd
found
something
he
could
do
without
being
taught
--
this
was
easy
,
this
was
wonderful
.
He
pulled
his
broomstick
up
a
little
to
take
it
even
higher
,
and
heard
screams
and
gasps
of
girls
back
on
the
ground
and
an
admiring
whoop
from
Ron
.
He
turned
his
broomstick
sharply
to
face
Malfoy
in
midair
.
Malfoy
looked
stunned
.
"
Give
it
here
,
"
Harry
called
,
"
or
I
'll
knock
you
off
that
broom
!
"
"
Oh
,
yeah
?
"
said
Malfoy
,
trying
to
sneer
,
but
looking
worried
.
Harry
knew
,
somehow
,
what
to
do
.
He
leaned
forward
and
grasped
the
broom
tightly
in
both
hands
,
and
it
shot
toward
Malfoy
like
a
javelin
.
Malfoy
only
just
got
out
of
the
way
in
time
;
Harry
made
a
sharp
about-face
and
held
the
broom
steady
.
A
few
people
below
were
clapping
.
