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"
Leave
it
to
me
.
"
Before
Ron
could
say
another
word
,
Hermione
had
disappeared
.
Ron
turned
the
binoculars
back
on
Harry
.
His
broom
was
vibrating
so
hard
,
it
was
almost
impossible
for
him
to
hang
on
much
longer
.
The
whole
crowd
was
on
its
feet
,
watching
,
terrified
,
as
the
Weasleys
flew
up
to
try
and
pull
Harry
safely
onto
one
of
their
brooms
,
but
it
was
no
good
-
every
time
they
got
near
him
,
the
broom
would
jump
higher
still
.
They
dropped
lower
and
circled
beneath
him
,
obviously
hoping
to
catch
him
if
he
fell
.
Marcus
Flint
seized
the
Quaffle
and
scored
five
times
without
anyone
noticing
.
"
Come
on
,
Hermione
,
"
Ron
muttered
desperately
.
Hermione
had
fought
her
way
across
to
the
stand
where
Snape
stood
,
and
was
now
racing
along
the
row
behind
him
;
she
did
n't
even
stop
to
say
sorry
as
she
knocked
Professor
Quirrell
headfirst
into
the
row
in
front
.
Reaching
Snape
,
she
crouched
down
,
pulled
out
her
wand
,
and
whispered
a
few
,
well-chosen
words
.
Bright
blue
flames
shot
from
her
wand
onto
the
hem
of
Snape
's
robes
.
It
took
perhaps
thirty
seconds
for
Snape
to
realize
that
he
was
on
fire
.
A
sudden
yelp
told
her
she
had
done
her
job
.
Scooping
the
fire
off
him
into
a
little
jar
in
her
pocket
,
she
scrambled
back
along
the
row
--
Snape
would
never
know
what
had
happened
.
It
was
enough
.
Up
in
the
air
,
Harry
was
suddenly
able
to
clamber
back
on
to
his
broom
.
"
Neville
,
you
can
look
!
"
Ron
said
.
Neville
had
been
sobbing
into
Hagrid
's
jacket
for
the
last
five
minutes
.
Harry
was
speeding
toward
the
ground
when
the
crowd
saw
him
clap
his
hand
to
his
mouth
as
though
he
was
about
to
be
sick
--
he
hit
the
field
on
all
fours
--
coughed
--
and
something
gold
fell
into
his
hand
.
"
I
've
got
the
Snitch
!
"
he
shouted
,
waving
it
above
his
head
,
and
the
game
ended
in
complete
confusion
.
"
He
did
n't
catch
it
,
he
nearly
swallowed
it
,
"
Flint
was
still
howling
twenty
minutes
later
,
but
it
made
no
difference
--
Harry
had
n't
broken
any
rules
and
Lee
Jordan
was
still
happily
shouting
the
results
--
Gryffindor
had
won
by
one
hundred
and
seventy
points
to
sixty
.
Harry
heard
none
of
this
,
though
.
He
was
being
made
a
cup
of
strong
tea
back
in
Hagrid
's
hut
,
with
Ron
and
Hermione
.
