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"I is not doing it!" she squealed, her eyes rolling in terror. "I is not, I is not, I is not knowing how! I is a good elf, I isn't using wands, I isn't knowing how!"
"Er. . . if you say so," said Harry.
"The Snitch, where's the Snitch?" bellowed Charlie, along the row.
"Ouch - sorry, Miss Granger -"
"Yes! We got them! There's someone here! Unconscious! It's - but - blimey. .
They were now leading by one hundred and thirty points to ten, and the game was starting to get dirtier.
"Teaching," said Moody.
Harry did as he was told and hurried out of the tent, Ron at his heels.
"Don't be ridiculous, you're still on holiday," said Mrs. Weasley.
As Mullet shot toward the goal posts yet again, clutching the Quaffle tightly under her arm, the Bulgarian Keeper, Zograf, flew out to meet her. Whatever happened was over so quickly Harry didn't catch it, but a scream of rage from the Irish crowd, and Mostafa's long, shrill whistle blast, told him it had been a foul.
"Why? Wha' 'appened?" said Harry, through a sizable chunk of steak.
convey with all his wriggling diagrams what that move was supposed to look like.. . .
"You may rest assured that she will be punished," Mr. Crouch added coldly.
"Of course it's not Him," said Mr. Weasley impatiently. "We don't know who it was; it
"Yeah, I want to play Quidditch," said Harry suddenly. "Hang on, I'll get my Firebolt."
"He's retired, used to work at the Ministry," said Charlie. "I met him once when Dad took me into work with him. He was an Auror - one of the best. . . a Dark wizard catcher," he added, seeing Harry's blank look "Half the cells in Azkaban are full because of him. He made himself loads of enemies, though. . . the families of people he caught, mainly. . .
Several of their friends looked in on them as the afternoon progressed, including Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and Neville Longbottom, a round-faced, extremely forgetful boy who had been brought up by his formidable witch of a grandmother. Seamus was still wearing his Ireland rosette. Some of its magic seemed to be wearing off now; it was still squeaking "Troy - Mullet - Moran!" but in a very feeble and exhausted sort of way.