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"Voldemort, teach me tricks?" he said.
They hurried up the marble staircase toward Professor Flitwick's classroom.
"We'll tell them what really happened --"
"I'm telling it like it is, Professor!"
"Mr. Malfoy states that he was standing talking to Weasley, when a large amount of mud hit him in the back of the head. How do you think that could have happened?"
"What about her?" said Ron.
They scattered as the Firebolt zoomed toward them; Angelina's Way was clear.
Hagrid's hand trembled so violently that the milk jug slipped from his grasp and shattered all over the floor.
It came as a relief when Wood suddenly stood up and yelled, "Team! Bed!"
"No, no, it's scheduled for this afternoon," said Fudge, looking curiously at Ron.
"That was quite some Patronus," said a voice in Harry's ear.
"Yeah..." said Harry, his stomach writhing.
"No!" said Harry, starting to feel slightly sick.
"You've got to listen to me," Black said, and there was a note of urgency in his voice now. "You'll regret it if you don't.... You don't understand...."
The whole of Gryffindor House was obsessed with the coming match. Gryffindor hadn't won the Quidditch Cup since the legendary Charlie Weasley (Ron's second oldest brother) had been seeker. But Harry doubted whether any of them, even Wood, wanted to win as much as he did. The enmity between Harry and Malfoy was at its highest point ever. Malfoy was still smarting ,bout the mud-throwing incident in Hogsmeade and was even more furious that Harry had somehow wormed his way out of punishment. Harry hadn't forgotten Malfoy's attempt to sabotage him in the match against Ravenclaw, but it was the matter of Buckbeak that made him most determined to beat Malfoy in front of the entire school.