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"
Go
!
Go
!
Go
!
"
Harry
urged
his
broom
.
He
was
gaining
on
Malfoy
--
Harry
flattened
himself
to
the
broom
handle
as
Bole
sent
a
Bludger
at
him
--
he
was
at
Malfoy
's
ankles
--
he
was
level
--
Harry
threw
himself
forward
,
took
both
hands
off
his
broom
.
He
knocked
Malfoy
's
arm
out
of
the
way
and
--
"
YES
!
"
He
pulled
out
of
his
dive
,
his
hand
in
the
air
,
and
the
stadium
exploded
.
Harry
soared
above
the
crowd
,
an
odd
ringing
in
his
ears
.
The
tiny
golden
ball
was
held
tight
in
his
fist
,
beating
its
wings
hopelessly
against
his
fingers
.
Then
Wood
was
speeding
toward
him
,
half-blinded
by
tears
;
he
seized
Harry
around
the
neck
and
sobbed
unrestrainedly
into
his
shoulder
.
Harry
felt
two
large
thumps
as
Fred
and
George
hit
them
;
then
Angelina
's
,
Alicia
's
,
and
Katie
's
voices
,
"
We
've
won
the
Cup
!
We
've
won
the
Cup
!
"
Tangled
together
in
a
many-armed
hug
,
the
Gryffindor
team
sank
,
yelling
hoarsely
,
back
to
earth
.
Wave
upon
wave
of
crimson
supporters
was
pouring
over
the
barriers
onto
the
field
.
Hands
were
raining
down
on
their
backs
.
Harry
had
a
confused
impression
of
noise
and
bodies
pressing
in
on
him
Then
he
,
and
the
rest
of
the
team
,
were
hoisted
onto
the
shoulders
of
the
crowd
.
Thrust
into
the
light
,
he
saw
Hagrid
,
Plastered
with
crimson
rosettes
--
"
Yeh
beat
'em
,
Harry
,
yeh
beat
'em
!
Wait
till
I
tell
Buckbeak
!
"
There
was
Percy
,
jumping
up
and
down
like
a
maniac
,
all
dignity
forgotten
.
Professor
McGonagall
was
sobbing
harder
even
than
Wood
,
wiping
her
eyes
with
an
enormous
Gryffindor
flag
;
and
there
,
fighting
their
way
toward
Harry
,
were
Ron
and
Hermione
.
Words
failed
them
.
They
simply
beamed
as
Harry
was
borne
toward
the
stands
,
where
Dumbledore
stood
waiting
with
the
enormous
Quidditch
Cup
.
If
only
there
had
been
a
Dementor
around
...
As
a
sobbing
Wood
passed
Harry
the
Cup
,
as
he
lifted
it
into
the
air
,
Harry
felt
he
could
have
produced
the
world
's
best
Patronus
.
Harry
's
euphoria
at
finally
winning
the
Quidditch
Cup
lasted
at
least
a
week
.
Even
the
weather
seemed
to
be
celebrating
;
as
June
approached
,
the
days
became
cloudless
and
sultry
,
and
all
anybody
felt
like
doing
was
strolling
onto
the
grounds
and
flopping
down
on
the
grass
with
several
pints
of
iced
pumpkin
juice
,
perhaps
playing
a
casual
game
of
Gobstones
or
watching
the
giant
squid
propel
itself
dreamily
across
the
surface
of
the
lake
.
