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"
No
Crabbe
and
Goyle
up
here
to
save
your
neck
,
Malfoy
,
"
Harry
called
.
The
same
thought
seemed
to
have
struck
Malfoy
.
"
Catch
it
if
you
can
,
then
!
"
he
shouted
,
and
he
threw
the
glass
ball
high
into
the
air
and
streaked
back
toward
the
ground
.
Harry
saw
,
as
though
in
slow
motion
,
the
ball
rise
up
in
the
air
and
then
start
to
fall
.
He
leaned
forward
and
pointed
his
broom
handle
down
--
next
second
he
was
gathering
speed
in
a
steep
dive
,
racing
the
ball
--
wind
whistled
in
his
ears
,
mingled
with
the
screams
of
people
watching
--
he
stretched
out
his
hand
--
a
foot
from
the
ground
he
caught
it
,
just
in
time
to
pull
his
broom
straight
,
and
he
toppled
gently
onto
the
grass
with
the
Remembrall
clutched
safely
in
his
fist
.
"
HARRY
POTTER
!
"
His
heart
sank
faster
than
he
'd
just
dived
.
Professor
McGonagall
was
running
toward
them
.
He
got
to
his
feet
,
trembling
.
"
Never
--
in
all
my
time
at
Hogwarts
--
"
Professor
McGonagall
was
almost
speechless
with
shock
,
and
her
glasses
flashed
furiously
,
"
--
how
dare
you
--
might
have
broken
your
neck
--
"
"
It
was
n't
his
fault
,
Professor
--
"
"
Be
quiet
,
Miss
Patil
--
"
