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Gryffindor cheers filled the cold air, with howls and moans from the Slytherins.
It was a sort of snuffling.
At the start-of-term banquet, Harry had gotten the idea that Professor Snape disliked him. By the end of the first Potions lesson, he knew he'd been wrong. Snape didn't dislike Harry -- he hated him.
His next present also contained candy -- a large box of Chocolate Frogs from Hermione.
Ron snapped. Before Malfoy knew what was happening, Ron was on top of him, wrestling him to the ground. Neville hesitated, then clambered over the back of his seat to help.
Hagrid was about to answer when the color suddenly drained from his face -- he leapt to his feet and ran to the window.
"It's not my fault," said Wood. "We've just got to make sure we play a clean game, so Snape hasn't got an excuse to pick on us."
Ron and Hermione squeezed together to give Hagrid enough space to join them.
"Hey, Potter, come down!'
"Absolutely," said Professor McGonagall crisply. "The boy's a natural. I've never seen anything like it. Was that your first time on a broomstick, Potter?"
"Okay, men," he said.
It was the first time Hermione had ever failed to answer a teacher's question. She was staring at her slippers, as still as a statue.
He opened the crate. Inside were four different-sized balls.
Hermione had fought her way across to the stand where Snape stood, and was now racing along the row behind him; she didn't even stop to say sorry as she knocked Professor Quirrell headfirst into the row in front. Reaching Snape, she crouched down, pulled out her wand, and whispered a few, well- chosen words. Bright blue flames shot from her wand onto the hem of Snape's robes.。