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and speedy, but Diggory's weight would be an advantage in this weather because he was less likely to be blown off course.
"What?" said Harry, looking from one to the other.
"Ah, if only my arm was feeling a bit better!" he sighed as the gale outside pounded the windows.
Harry squeezed himself through a crowd of sixth years and saw a sign hanging in the farthest corner of the shop (UNUSUAL TASTES). Ron and Hermione were standing underneath it, examining a tray of blood-flavored lollipops. Harry sneaked up behind them.
"Seriously," said Professor McGonagall, and she was actually smiling. "I daresay you'll need to get the feel of it before Saturday's match, won't you? And Potter -- do try and win, won't you? Or we'll be out of the running for the eighth year. in a row, as Professor Snape was kind enough to remind me only last night...."
"Oh -- right -- here you are, then, Potter," said Madam Hooch. "I'll sit over here with Weasley...."
Somewhere above him, Hermione whispered, Mobiliarbus!"
I forgot about that!" Harry said, bending down and picking up the Sneakoscope. I never wear those socks if I can help it....
A pair of feet was coming down the staircase. Harry leapt behind an enormous crate and waited for the footsteps to pass. He heard the man shifting boxes against the opposite wall. He might not get another chance --
Professor McGonagall considered him intently. Harry knew she was deeply interested in the Gryffindor team's prospects; it had been she, after all, who'd suggested him as Seeker in the first Place. He waited, holding his breath.
Harry glanced sideways at Ron and Hermione. Both of them had their eyes open too, reflecting the starry ceiling.
"No, I'm not!" said Harry.