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Harry
was
now
marking
Malfoy
so
closely
their
knees
kept
hitting
each
other
.
Harry
was
n't
going
to
let
Malfoy
anywhere
near
the
Snitch
...
.
"
Get
out
of
it
,
Potter
!
"
Malfoy
yelled
in
frustration
as
he
tried
to
turn
and
found
Harry
blocking
him
.
"
Angelina
Johnson
gets
the
Quaffle
for
Gryffindor
,
come
on
,
Angelina
,
COME
ON
!
"
Harry
looked
around
.
Every
single
Slytherin
player
apart
from
Malfoy
was
streaking
up
the
pitch
toward
Angelina
,
including
the
Slytherin
Keeper
--
they
were
all
going
to
block
her
--
Harry
wheeled
the
Firebolt
around
,
bent
so
low
he
was
lying
flat
along
the
handle
,
and
kicked
it
forward
.
Like
a
bullet
,
he
shot
toward
the
Slytherins
.
"
AAAAAAARRRGH
!
"
They
scattered
as
the
Firebolt
zoomed
toward
them
;
Angelina
's
way
was
clear
.
"
SHE
SCORES
!
SHE
SCORES
!
Gryffindor
leads
by
eighty
Points
to
twenty
!
"
Harry
,
who
had
almost
pelted
headlong
into
the
stands
,
skidded
to
a
halt
in
midair
,
reversed
,
and
zoomed
back
into
the
middle
of
the
field
.
And
then
he
saw
something
to
make
his
heart
stand
still
.
Malfoy
was
diving
,
a
look
of
triumph
on
his
face
--
there
,
a
few
feet
above
the
grass
below
,
was
a
tiny
,
golden
glimmer
--
Harry
urged
the
Firebolt
downward
,
but
Malfoy
was
miles
ahead
--
