Chapter 26 - 26. fight or flight responses (2/2)
”None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.' Come on, dear.”No sooner were they out of earshot than Malfoy burst into laughter.
”Did you see his face, the great lump?”
The others joined in.
”Look!” said Malfoy, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. ”It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him. ”Give that here, Malfoy,” said Harry quietly. Everyone stopped talking to watch.
Malfoy smiled nastily.
”I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find -- how about -- up a tree?”
”Give it here!” Harry yelled, but Malfoy had leapt onto his broomstick and taken off.
Ryan sneakily took a bucket of popcorn out of his inventory and started to watch the show while Luna snuck some pieces from the side. this was a great changing point in the Harry Potter time line where Harry gets to make the Gryffindor team.”Give it here!” Harry yelled, but Malfoy had leapt onto his broomstick and taken off. He hadn't been lying, he could fly well. Hovering level with the topmost branches of an oak he called, ”Come and get it, Potter!”
Harry grabbed his broom.
”No!” shouted Hermione. ”Madam Hooch told us not to move -- you'll get us all into trouble.”
Harry ignored her. He mounted the broom and kicked hard against the ground and up, up he soaredHe turned his broomstick sharply to face Malfoy in midair. Malfoy looked stunned.
”Give it here,” Harry called, ”or I'll knock you off that broom!”
”Oh, yeah?” said Malfoy, trying to sneer, but looking worried.He leaned forward and grasped the broom tightly in both hands, and it shot toward Malfoy like a javelin. Malfoy only just got out of the way in time.”Catch it if you can, then!” Malfoy shouted, and he threw the glass ball high into the air and streaked back toward the ground. Harry leaned forward and pointed his broom handle down -- next second he was gathering speed in a steep dive, racing the ball he stretched out his hand -- a foot from the ground he caught it, just in time to pull his broom straight, and he toppled gently onto the grass with the Remembrall clutched safely in his fist.”HARRY POTTER!”Professor McGonagall was running toward them. ”Never -- in all my time at Hogwarts--”
Professor McGonagall was almost speechless with shock, and her glasses flashed furiously, ”might have broken your neck--Potter, follow me, now.”he left, walking numbly in Professor McGonagall's wake as she strode toward the castle.