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Within
five
minutes
Harry
was
soaked
to
his
skin
and
frozen
,
hardly
able
to
see
his
teammates
,
let
alone
the
tiny
Snitch
.
He
flew
backward
and
forward
across
the
field
past
blurred
red
and
yellow
shapes
,
with
no
idea
of
what
was
happening
in
the
rest
of
the
game
.
He
could
n't
hear
the
commentary
over
the
wind
.
The
crowd
was
hidden
beneath
a
sea
of
cloaks
and
battered
umbrellas
.
Twice
Harry
came
very
close
to
being
unseated
by
a
Bludger
;
his
vision
was
so
clouded
by
the
rain
on
his
glasses
he
had
n't
seen
them
coming
.
He
lost
track
of
time
.
It
was
getting
harder
and
harder
to
hold
his
broom
straight
.
The
sky
was
getting
darker
,
as
though
night
had
decided
to
come
early
.
Twice
Harry
nearly
hit
another
player
,
without
knowing
whether
it
was
a
teammate
or
opponent
;
everyone
was
now
so
wet
,
and
the
rain
so
thick
,
he
could
hardly
tell
them
apart
...
With
the
first
flash
of
lightning
came
the
sound
of
Madam
Hooch
's
whistle
;
Harry
could
just
see
the
outline
of
Wood
through
the
thick
rain
,
gesturing
him
to
the
ground
.
The
whole
team
splashed
down
into
the
mud
.
"
I
called
for
time-out
!
"
Wood
roared
at
his
team
.
"
Come
on
,
under
here
--
"
They
huddled
at
the
edge
of
the
field
under
a
large
umbrella
;
Harry
took
off
his
glasses
and
wiped
them
hurriedly
on
his
robes
.
"
What
's
the
score
?
"
"
We
're
fifty
points
up
,
"
said
Wood
,
"
but
unless
we
get
the
Snitch
soon
,
we
'll
be
playing
into
the
night
.
"
"
I
've
got
no
chance
with
these
on
,
"
Harry
said
exasperatedly
,
waving
his
glasses
.
At
that
very
moment
,
Hermione
appeared
at
his
shoulder
;
she
was
holding
her
cloak
over
her
head
and
was
,
inexplicably
,
beaming
.
