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Harry
woke
extremely
early
the
next
morning
;
so
early
that
it
was
still
dark
.
For
a
moment
he
thought
the
roaring
of
the
wind
had
woken
him
.
Then
he
felt
a
cold
breeze
on
the
back
of
his
neck
and
sat
bolt
upright
--
Peeves
the
Poltergeist
had
been
floating
next
to
him
,
blowing
hard
in
his
ear
.
"
What
did
you
do
that
for
?
"
said
Harry
furiously
.
Peeves
puffed
out
his
cheeks
,
blew
hard
,
and
zoomed
backward
out
of
the
room
,
cackling
.
Harry
fumbled
for
his
alarm
clock
and
looked
at
it
.
It
was
half
past
four
.
Cursing
Peeves
,
he
rolled
over
and
tried
to
get
back
to
sleep
,
but
it
was
very
difficult
,
now
that
he
was
awake
,
to
ignore
the
sounds
of
the
thunder
rumbling
overhead
,
the
pounding
of
the
wind
against
the
castle
walls
,
and
the
distant
creaking
of
the
trees
in
the
Forbidden
Forest
.
In
a
few
hours
he
would
be
out
on
the
Quidditch
field
,
battling
through
that
gale
.
Finally
,
he
gave
up
any
thought
of
more
sleep
,
got
up
,
dressed
,
picked
up
his
Nimbus
Two
Thousand
,
and
walked
quietly
out
of
the
dormitory
.
As
Harry
opened
the
door
,
something
brushed
against
his
leg
.
He
bent
down
just
in
time
to
grab
Crookshanks
by
the
end
of
his
bushy
tail
and
drag
him
outside
.
"
You
know
,
I
reckon
Ron
was
right
about
you
,
"
Harry
told
Crookshanks
suspiciously
.
"
There
are
plenty
of
mice
around
this
place
--
go
and
chase
them
.
Go
on
,
"
he
added
,
nudging
Crookshanks
down
the
spiral
staircase
with
his
foot
.
"
Leave
Scabbers
alone
.
"
The
noise
of
the
storm
was
even
louder
in
the
common
room
.
Harry
knew
better
than
to
think
the
match
would
be
canceled
;
Quidditch
matches
were
n't
called
off
for
trifles
like
thunderstorms
.
Nevertheless
,
he
was
starting
to
feel
very
apprehensive
.
Wood
had
pointed
out
Cedric
Diggory
to
him
in
the
corridor
;
Diggory
was
a
fifth
year
and
a
lot
bigger
than
Harry
.
Seekers
were
usually
light
and
speedy
,
but
Diggory
's
weight
would
be
an
advantage
in
this
weather
because
he
was
less
likely
to
be
blown
off
course
.
Harry
whiled
away
the
hours
until
dawn
in
front
of
the
fire
,
getting
up
every
now
and
then
to
stop
Crookshanks
from
sneaking
up
the
boys
'
staircase
again
.
At
long
last
Harry
thought
it
must
be
time
for
breakfast
,
so
he
headed
through
the
portrait
hole
alone
.
"
Stand
and
fight
,
you
mangy
cur
!
"
yelled
Sir
Cadogan
.
