Laster after classes, Oliver Wood had rounded up the Quidditch team and made their way to the pitch.

"I've spent the summer devising a whole new Quidditch programe for us. We're going to train earlyer, harder, and longer."

Now with Tom and Jerry aloud to attend Harry in his Quidditch games, they were looking forward to flying with him.

However, that idea was dropped by Marcus Flint and the rest of the Slytherin team aporching them.

"Where do you think you're going Flint?" Oliver asked.

"Quidditch training."

"I've booked the pitch for Gryffindor today."

"I've got a note for you." Flint said as he gave Oliver the note and he read it.

I Severus Snape, have booked the pitch for Slytheirn in training of their new seeker.

"You got a new seeker?"

"And here he is." Flint said as he moved aside and revealed the seeker to be,

"Malfoy?" Jerry asked.

"That's right."

"Last I heard, Professor Snape wasn't gonna let on the team no matter what." Said Tom.

"Which is what my father helped me with."

"Your father thretened him didn't he?" Came Ginny's voice as she walked by with Neville and Luna.

"Are those Nimbus 2001'S?" Luna asked. "Where did you get those?"

"Got them from Draco's father." Said Flint.

"Unlike most, my father can afford the best."

"Well at least nobody on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in." Said Ginny. "They needed pure talent to get in."

"No one asked for your opinion, you filthy little blood-traitor!"

"You'll pay for that one Malfoy!" Neville shouted as he pulled out his wand. "Eat Slugs!"

But because it was broken, the spell had backfired and hit Neville instead.

"Neville are you alright?" Luna asked as she and Harry helped him back on his feet.

Before they all knew it, Neville barfed out a slug. Dsugusting the Gryffindor's and other nearby students and earning laughs form the Slytherins.

"Whoa. I think I've lost my apatite." Said Tom.

"Wow." Came in Colin as he took a picture of Neville.

"Get out of the way Colin." Said Harry.

"Let's get him to Hagrid's sense he's the closest form here." Said Jerry. Just as he dodged another slug that came form Neville's mouth. "He'll know what to do."


"This calls for speciallest ecripment." Hagrid said as he grabbed a bucket and gave it to Neville and he vomited another slug into it. "Better out than in. Nothing to do but wait until it stops I'm afraid. Now who was Neville trying to curse?"

"Malfoy." Said Tom. "He called Ginny a...um."

"He called me a blood-traitor." Said Ginny.

"He did?" Hagrid asked.

"What's a blood-traitor?" Jerry asked.

"It means I'm one of those pure-bloods respecting the muggles."

"Well what's the matter with that?" Tom asked.

"There are some wizarding families like the Malfoy's." Said Neville before he barfed out another slug. "They think they're better than everyone else because they're pure-bloods."

"Why there's not a wizard alive today that's hath-blood or less." Said Hagrid. "More ot the point they've yet to think of a spell that the muggle-borns can't do."

"I've read about those that follow those treditions." Said Harry. "They have a foul named for those who are muggle-born. Mud-blood. A lot of wizards that went dark followed those treditions."

"Not all of them were pure-bloods." Said Luna. "Daddy said some of them were hath-bloods,"

"Well don't Malfoy do this to you Ginny." Said Jerry.

"If he calls you that again, he'll be in for it." Tom said a she puleld out his mallet.

"Let's not get too vilent on this matter." Said Harry.