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"
We
know
Oliver
's
speech
by
heart
,
"
Fred
told
Harry
,
"
we
were
on
the
team
last
year
.
"
"
Shut
up
,
you
two
,
"
said
Wood
.
"
This
is
the
best
team
Gryffindor
's
had
in
years
.
We
're
going
to
win
.
I
know
it
.
"
He
glared
at
them
all
as
if
to
say
,
"
Or
else
.
"
"
Right
.
It
's
time
.
Good
luck
,
all
of
you
.
"
Harry
followed
Fred
and
George
out
of
the
locker
room
and
,
hoping
his
knees
were
n't
going
to
give
way
,
walked
onto
the
field
to
loud
cheers
.
Madam
Hooch
was
refereeing
.
She
stood
in
the
middle
of
the
field
waiting
for
the
two
teams
,
her
broom
in
her
hand
.
"
Now
,
I
want
a
nice
fair
game
,
all
of
you
,
"
she
said
,
once
they
were
all
gathered
around
her
.
Harry
noticed
that
she
seemed
to
be
speaking
particularly
to
the
Slytherin
Captain
,
Marcus
Flint
,
a
sixth
year
.
Harry
thought
Flint
looked
as
if
he
had
some
troll
blood
in
him
.
Out
of
the
corner
of
his
eye
he
saw
the
fluttering
banner
high
above
,
flashing
Potter
for
President
over
the
crowd
.
His
heart
skipped
.
He
felt
braver
.
"
Mount
your
brooms
,
please
.
"
Harry
clambered
onto
his
Nimbus
Two
Thousand
.
Madam
Hooch
gave
a
loud
blast
on
her
silver
whistle
.
