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"Why should 'e complain?" burst out Fleur Delacour, stamping her foot. "E 'as ze chance
The quill whizzed across the parchment between them, back and forward as though it were skating.
Early next morning, Harry woke with a plan fully formed in his mind, as
Something large, much larger than a broomstick - or, indeed, a hundred broomsticks - was hurtling across the deep blue sky toward the castle, growing larger all the time.
Bagman suddenly spotted Harry, got up quickly, and bounded forward.
Rita Skeeter didn't look remotely abashed.
The blast of noise that met Harry's ears when the portrait opened almost knocked him backward. Next thing he knew, he was being wrenched inside the common room by about a dozen pairs of hands, and was facing the whole of Gryffindor House, all of whom were screaming, applauding, and whistling.
Harry saw Krum shake his head as he pulled his furs back on. "Professor, Ivood like some vine," said one of the other Durmstrang boys hopefully.
nearly three foot long now. On'y trouble is, they've started killin' each other."
"Don't you think it's a bit obvious you've made these up?" said Hermione.
"Okay, okay, I'll write to him," said Harry, throwing his last piece of toast into the lake. They both stood and watched it floating there for a moment, before a large tentacle rose out of the water and scooped it beneath the surface. Then they returned to the castle.
Jets of light shot from both wands, hit each other in midair, and ricocheted off at angles -- Harry's hit Goyle in the face, and Malfoy's hit Hermione.
"What was that about?" said Ron, watching Neville and Moody turn the corner.
"You'll come and have a drink before you go, at least?" said Dumbledore.
"You wait," he said, grinning. "You jus' wait. Yer going ter see some stuff yeh've never seen before. Firs' task. . . ah, but I'm not supposed ter say."