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"Okay, men, this is it," said Oliver Wood. "It's the first Quidditch match of the season!"
The entire Gryffindor team was in the locker rooms including their newest player, Harry Potter. He was the youngest seeker in a century.
When the team went to collect their uniforms, Harry had a problem. All of the robes were much too big because he was the youngest seeker in a century. He told Oliver Wood, the team captain, but Oliver said that he did not care. He finally decided to settle for the only uniform left. It was meant for a burly fifth year but Oliver Wood insisted that he was skinny enough to wear the pants meant for Harry.
For Harry, the Quidditch match passed in a blur. He was struggling to hold his pants up while still staying on his Nimbus 2000 and looking for the snitch.
From the stands, Ron Weasley could be heard loudly saying in a rather sassy voice, "But this isn't soccer, Dean!"
Suddenly, Harry caught a glimpse of something shiny—the snitch. He sped toward it and reached out his hand but he tripped and caught the snitch in his mouth instead.
Horny with victory, Harry raised the snitch above his head so as to showboat. However, in that moment, he forgot about his loose pants and they tumbled limply to the ground. Harry was left standing in the middle of the Quidditch pitch in his tighty whities.
A hush fell over the stands for a few seconds before Neville burst into laughter. Professor Snape started chanting,
"Pants on the ground! Pants on the ground!
You lookin' like a fool with yo pants on the ground!"
Soon, the entire school joined in; all except Hagrid, who cried in embarrassment for Harry.
Harry could only stand there stupidly unable to pull up his pants...