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"
I
ca
n't
work
,
I
ca
n't
concentrate
,
"
she
said
nervously
.
There
was
a
great
deal
of
noise
.
Fred
and
George
Weasley
were
dealing
with
the
pressure
by
being
louder
and
more
exuberant
than
ever
.
Oliver
Wood
was
crouched
over
a
model
of
a
Quidditch
field
in
the
corner
,
prodding
little
figures
across
it
with
his
wand
and
muttering
to
himself
Angelina
,
Alicia
,
and
Katie
were
laughing
at
Fred
's
and
George
's
jokes
.
Harry
was
sitting
with
Ron
and
Hermione
,
removed
from
the
center
of
things
,
trying
not
to
think
about
the
next
day
,
because
every
time
he
did
,
he
had
the
horrible
sensation
that
something
very
large
was
fighting
to
get
out
of
his
stomach
.
"
You
're
going
to
be
fine
,
"
Hermione
told
him
,
though
she
looked
positively
terrified
.
"
You
've
got
a
Firebolt
!
"
said
Ron
.
"
Yeah
...
"
said
Harry
,
his
stomach
writhing
.
It
came
as
a
relief
when
Wood
suddenly
stood
up
and
yelled
,
"
Team
!
Bed
!
"
Harry
slept
badly
.
First
he
dreamed
that
he
had
overslept
,
and
that
Wood
was
yelling
,
"
Where
were
you
?
We
had
to
use
Neville
instead
!
"
Then
he
dreamed
that
Malfoy
and
the
rest
of
the
Slytherin
team
arrived
for
the
match
riding
dragons
.
He
was
flying
at
breakneck
speed
,
trying
to
avoid
a
spurt
of
flames
from
Malfoy
's
steed
's
mouth
,
when
he
realized
he
had
forgotten
his
Firebolt
.
He
fell
through
the
air
and
woke
with
a
start
.
It
was
a
few
seconds
before
Harry
remembered
that
the
match
had
n't
taken
place
yet
,
that
he
was
safe
in
bed
,
and
that
the
Slytherin
team
definitely
would
n't
be
allowed
to
play
on
dragons
.
He
was
feeling
very
thirsty
.
Quietly
as
he
could
,
he
got
out
of
his
four-poster
and
went
to
pour
himself
some
water
from
the
silver
jug
beneath
the
window
.
The
grounds
were
still
and
quiet
.
No
breath
of
wind
disturbed
the
treetops
in
the
Forbidden
Forest
;
the
Whomping
Willow
was
motionless
and
innocent-looking
.
It
looked
as
though
the
conditions
for
the
match
would
be
perfect
.
