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"You sound like Hermione."
"Snape's refereeing?" he spluttered through a mouthful of mud. "When's he ever refereed a Quidditch match? He's not going to be fair if we might overtake Slytherin."
Ron's nerves were already stretched to the breaking point with anxiety about Harry.
"You're worth twelve of Malfoy," Harry said. "The Sorting Hat chose you for Gryffindor, didn't it? And where's Malfoy? In stinking Slytherin."
"That's enough, Mr. Weasley. Potter, follow me, now."
"That's really nice of her," said Harry, trying the fudge, which was very tasty.
"If either of you get us caught, I'll never rest until I've learned that Curse of the Bogies Quirrell told us about, and used it on you.
"I can only see you."
Professor McGonagall, in a tartan bathrobe and a hair net, had Malfoy by the ear.
They'd left the invisibility cloak on top of the tower.
"But we're not telling you what was in there, so keep your noses out if you know what's good for you," said a Gringotts spokesgoblin this afternoon.
"Budge up there, move along."
"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
Harry was just helping himself to a baked potato when Professor Quirrell came sprinting into the hall, his turban askew and terror on his face. Everyone stared as he reached Professor Dumbledore's chair, slumped against the table, and gasped, "Troll -- in the dungeons -- thought you ought to know."
"Ah," said Hagrid, fiddling nervously with his beard, "That's er..."
Hardly anyone had seen Harry play because Wood had decided that, as their secret weapon, Harry should be kept, well, secret. But the news that he was playing Seeker had leaked out somehow, and Harry didn't know which was worse -- people telling him he'd be brilliant or people telling him they'd be running around underneath him holding a mattress.。