Ch 12 Quidditch
We were walking out of our dormitory a week later, it was early in the morning, carrying our Forebolts. Almost everyone was still alsleep.
'V-, Vol-...' came from the common room.
'Hermione, are you still practising how to say Voldermort's name?' Harry Asked as we walked into the common room. Hermione glared at Harry.
'Bloody Hell!' I said. 'Hermione, you're improving!'
'Thanks...' said Hermione blushing, I swore I could see steam rising from the top of her head.
'We are going for Quidditch practice, wanna come and see?' Harry asked.
'No thanks, I've still got to pract-' Hermione was interrupted by a loud crack. Dumbledore had just apparated into the room.
'How many times do I have to tell you, you can't apparate in this castle, haven't anyone read Hogwarts: A History?' said Hermione crossly.
'Ready for Quidditch?' asked Dumbledore very loudly, so loudly that everyone else woke. We could hear them stirring in their dormitories and complaining. Dumbledore was holding his very old ancient Shooting Star in his hand, wearing Gryffindor Quidditch robes that looked too small for him, it barely reach his ankles, just a bit below his knees. He had tied his very long noodle-like white hair in a tight bun like Professor Mcgonagall.
'Come on, let's fly down. Quidditch match will be starting in about an hour, let's go for breakfast, Professor Mcgonagall is already downstairs having breakfast, Hagrid will be down as soon as he finish trying to put on Wood's old robes. Now, come on, let's fly down, it's really fun.' said Dumbledore as he started bobbing once again out of the common room.
'Wicked!'
'How are we going to win with him as our captain on that old broomstick?' asked Harry.
We walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast, Hagrid had already arrived, talking to professor Mcgonagall. We was wearing what look like old pieces of scarlet rags. Evidently, he had tried to put on Wood's old robes which was way too small for him, but tore it. It looked as if sewn together with pieces of moroon cloths using magic.
'Hi Harry! Good ter see yeh!' shouted Hagrid across the hall smiling happily. Beside them were two old cleanweep seven.
Across the Slytherin table, was Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy Parkinson, they seemed to be laughing at something. They looked over at us and laughed louder.
'Oh, don't bother them.' said Harry.
'Wicked!' I said.
Dumbledore finally appeared, still bobbing very slowly on his old Shooting star.
'It's actually capable of reaching a speed of six hundred kilometres an hour, but I'm afraid that I might fall off.' explained Dumbledore.
By the time we finish our breakfast, the hall was filled with excited voices, all ready to watch an exciting match of Quidditch.
Professor Mcgonagall started knocking her goblet with a fork at the end.
'May I have you attention plese?' she said.
'Today, it's Quidditch day, Slytherin versus GRYFFINDOR-' Dumbledore went.
'You're playing against Slytherin? But I thought that was supposed to be the first season, you are supposed to-' said Hermione.
'-I want to play against Slytherin, because I lost to them the other time.' continued Dumbledore.
'What's he saying? He never played against Slytherin, he only played one game with Hufflepuff, but lost because had only one player on his team.' said Hermione rather quickly. 'It was in Hogwarts: A History, for the first time and last time, one player on the team, made history, Hufflepuff had scored eight hundred and sixty points before catching the snitch, wanted more points before winning.'
'Wicked!' I said.
About fifteen minutes later, we walked into the Quidditch stadium holding our broomsticks. We looked around, about three quarters of the students were carrying red and gold flags as usual.
We took our places before starting. I looked over the Slytherin team, they were all carrying Nimbus two thousand ones. Their quidditch captain was Marcus Flint. He barred his ugly big teeth and shook hands with Dumbledore.
'Alright everyone, get ready, now I want a nice clean match from all of you. Ready, mount your brooms, on the count of three, ' screeched professor Hooch. 'One... two... THREE!'
We kicked off the ground and I felt myself soaring wonderfully up, I quickly found the three hoops I was supposed to defend.
'...Flint passed the... professor Mcgona... Dumbledore... and he drops it!' commented Lee Jordan,' Oh... Saved by Professor Hagrid! Good move, passes to Dumb... Arrggg... Slytherin in pos...!'
I watched the quaffle for a while, then spotted Harry and gave him a thumbs up sign.
'Marcus Flint takes aim and... good save by Gryffindor Keeper Weasley!' yelled Lee.
Marcus and thrown the quaffle at me and I saved it when it hit me on my head. The game went on for about twenty minutes and nobody scored yet, due the Dumbledore poor aiming, he kept hitting the other Ravenclaws watching instead.
Slytherin's beaters Crabbe and Goyle had hit two buldgers at Dumbledore, in which both hit and broke his nose into more parts, one at Hagrid which it bounced right back and one at Harry, knocking him clean off his Firebolt.
They had received penalties for that, but Dumbledore missed the goals again and was becoming very fustrated.
Fred and George was swinging their bats wildly, trying to hit the buldgers at the Slytherin chaser Marcus Flint.
The next thing I knew, Harry and Malfoy was racing towards the Slytherin end, everything seemed to be happening very fast and Harry caught the golden snitch. Malfoy was looked very furious indeed.
'Gryffindor WINS!!!' yelled Lee Jordan as the whole stadium cheered.
We walked through the cheering crowd, as I watched Harry clutching a bump on his forehead and Dumbledore, his bleeding nose.
We were walking out of our dormitory a week later, it was early in the morning, carrying our Forebolts. Almost everyone was still alsleep.
'V-, Vol-...' came from the common room.
'Hermione, are you still practising how to say Voldermort's name?' Harry Asked as we walked into the common room. Hermione glared at Harry.
'Bloody Hell!' I said. 'Hermione, you're improving!'
'Thanks...' said Hermione blushing, I swore I could see steam rising from the top of her head.
'We are going for Quidditch practice, wanna come and see?' Harry asked.
'No thanks, I've still got to pract-' Hermione was interrupted by a loud crack. Dumbledore had just apparated into the room.
'How many times do I have to tell you, you can't apparate in this castle, haven't anyone read Hogwarts: A History?' said Hermione crossly.
'Ready for Quidditch?' asked Dumbledore very loudly, so loudly that everyone else woke. We could hear them stirring in their dormitories and complaining. Dumbledore was holding his very old ancient Shooting Star in his hand, wearing Gryffindor Quidditch robes that looked too small for him, it barely reach his ankles, just a bit below his knees. He had tied his very long noodle-like white hair in a tight bun like Professor Mcgonagall.
'Come on, let's fly down. Quidditch match will be starting in about an hour, let's go for breakfast, Professor Mcgonagall is already downstairs having breakfast, Hagrid will be down as soon as he finish trying to put on Wood's old robes. Now, come on, let's fly down, it's really fun.' said Dumbledore as he started bobbing once again out of the common room.
'Wicked!'
'How are we going to win with him as our captain on that old broomstick?' asked Harry.
We walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast, Hagrid had already arrived, talking to professor Mcgonagall. We was wearing what look like old pieces of scarlet rags. Evidently, he had tried to put on Wood's old robes which was way too small for him, but tore it. It looked as if sewn together with pieces of moroon cloths using magic.
'Hi Harry! Good ter see yeh!' shouted Hagrid across the hall smiling happily. Beside them were two old cleanweep seven.
Across the Slytherin table, was Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy Parkinson, they seemed to be laughing at something. They looked over at us and laughed louder.
'Oh, don't bother them.' said Harry.
'Wicked!' I said.
Dumbledore finally appeared, still bobbing very slowly on his old Shooting star.
'It's actually capable of reaching a speed of six hundred kilometres an hour, but I'm afraid that I might fall off.' explained Dumbledore.
By the time we finish our breakfast, the hall was filled with excited voices, all ready to watch an exciting match of Quidditch.
Professor Mcgonagall started knocking her goblet with a fork at the end.
'May I have you attention plese?' she said.
'Today, it's Quidditch day, Slytherin versus GRYFFINDOR-' Dumbledore went.
'You're playing against Slytherin? But I thought that was supposed to be the first season, you are supposed to-' said Hermione.
'-I want to play against Slytherin, because I lost to them the other time.' continued Dumbledore.
'What's he saying? He never played against Slytherin, he only played one game with Hufflepuff, but lost because had only one player on his team.' said Hermione rather quickly. 'It was in Hogwarts: A History, for the first time and last time, one player on the team, made history, Hufflepuff had scored eight hundred and sixty points before catching the snitch, wanted more points before winning.'
'Wicked!' I said.
About fifteen minutes later, we walked into the Quidditch stadium holding our broomsticks. We looked around, about three quarters of the students were carrying red and gold flags as usual.
We took our places before starting. I looked over the Slytherin team, they were all carrying Nimbus two thousand ones. Their quidditch captain was Marcus Flint. He barred his ugly big teeth and shook hands with Dumbledore.
'Alright everyone, get ready, now I want a nice clean match from all of you. Ready, mount your brooms, on the count of three, ' screeched professor Hooch. 'One... two... THREE!'
We kicked off the ground and I felt myself soaring wonderfully up, I quickly found the three hoops I was supposed to defend.
'...Flint passed the... professor Mcgona... Dumbledore... and he drops it!' commented Lee Jordan,' Oh... Saved by Professor Hagrid! Good move, passes to Dumb... Arrggg... Slytherin in pos...!'
I watched the quaffle for a while, then spotted Harry and gave him a thumbs up sign.
'Marcus Flint takes aim and... good save by Gryffindor Keeper Weasley!' yelled Lee.
Marcus and thrown the quaffle at me and I saved it when it hit me on my head. The game went on for about twenty minutes and nobody scored yet, due the Dumbledore poor aiming, he kept hitting the other Ravenclaws watching instead.
Slytherin's beaters Crabbe and Goyle had hit two buldgers at Dumbledore, in which both hit and broke his nose into more parts, one at Hagrid which it bounced right back and one at Harry, knocking him clean off his Firebolt.
They had received penalties for that, but Dumbledore missed the goals again and was becoming very fustrated.
Fred and George was swinging their bats wildly, trying to hit the buldgers at the Slytherin chaser Marcus Flint.
The next thing I knew, Harry and Malfoy was racing towards the Slytherin end, everything seemed to be happening very fast and Harry caught the golden snitch. Malfoy was looked very furious indeed.
'Gryffindor WINS!!!' yelled Lee Jordan as the whole stadium cheered.
We walked through the cheering crowd, as I watched Harry clutching a bump on his forehead and Dumbledore, his bleeding nose.