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"Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there."
"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."
Howling with pain, the troll twisted and flailed its club, with Harry clinging on for dear life; any second, the troll was going to rip him off or catch him a terrible blow with the club.
Snape's face was twisted with fury as he dropped his robes quickly to hide his leg. Harry gulped.
At last she found what she was looking for.
"You know how I think they choose people for the Gryffindor team?" said Malfoy loudly a few minutes later, as Snape awarded Hufflepuff another penalty for no reason at all. "It's people they feel sorry for. See, there's Potter, who's got no parents, then there's the Weasleys, who've got no money -- you should be on the team, Longbottom, you've got no brains."
Something about the smile lurking on Malfoy's face during the next week made Harry, Ron, and Hermione very nervous. They spent most of their free time in Hagrid's darkened hut, trying to reason with him.
"Which way did they go, Peeves?" Filch was saying. "Quick, tell me."
Snape gave Harry a swift, piercing look. Harry looked at the floor. He wished Ron would put his wand down.
"Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood -- I've found you a Seeker."
"Dumbledore?" he said, dashing to the door to make sure. Fred was right. There was no mistaking that silver beard.
"It's a Remembrall!" he explained. "Gran knows I forget things -- this tells you if there's something you've forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tight like this and if it turns red -- oh..." His face fell, because the Remembrall had suddenly glowed scarlet,
Neville went bright red but turned in his seat to face Malfoy.
His father's... this had been his father's. He let the material flow over his hands, smoother than silk, light as air. Use it well, the note had said.